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Full text of "Golden Argosy Magazine Volume 6 Number 19 (April 7, 1988)"

Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1888, by Frank A. Munsey, in the"oiifice of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington, D. C 



Vol. VI. No. 19. I *^S^JSr r 'j* , ^?SK r " NEW YORK, SATURDAY, APRIL 7, 1888. 



™H $} "Io™:"' Whole No. 279. 




JaQl^ Ray's huQ\. 



BY PERCY EARLE, 



IT WAS A WILD RACE, AND BOTH HORSES FAIRLY SHOOK TUP; GROI 
THE MIGHTINESS OF THF-IR PACE ; BUT JACK GRADUALLY GAI 
O.N THE RUNAWAY STEED, 



,„„ ,,,,.,.,. " TjS this New York?" looked down at 

M.) W11H |7 _- , , 

K Well I rather guess so. What derisively. 

NED t did vou think it was? Punkin- "But nobodv 



looked down at Jack Ray and grinned 



called out the name of 
town or Wayback ?" the station," Jack ventured to reply in 

The smart brakeman, in his becom- justification of his ignorance, 
ing cap with the dazzling gilt band, " Ha, ha, that's a good one !" laughed 



290 



THE GOLDEN ARGOSY. 



NUMBER 279. 



the brakeman. " How would it look to 
to have a sign painted with New York on 
it and hung up the same as they do at 
Squedunck and Goattown ? Guess I'd 
better suggest it to Mr. Vanderbilt." 

Jack realized that he was being guyed 
and hurried on, his heavy satchel sag- 
ging against his leg at every step. 

" They think they're terribly smart 
down at the city here," he said to him- 
self, " but I'll bet that brakeman couldn't 
milk a cow. Now let me see what I've 
got to look out for; bunco steerers, pick- 
pockets, not get run over crossing the 
street and remember not to blow out the 
gas at night." 

By this time he had emerged from the 
station into Forty Second Street, with 
its streetcars passing and repassing, cabs 
rattling to and fro and the ever and anon 
recurring sish sish of arriving and de- 
parting Elevated trains overhead. 

Jack tried hard not to appear distracted 
by all this uproar, for he possessed a 
proud spirit, did this plainly dressed boy 
of fifteen. This was his first visit to the 
metropolis; no, not exactly a visit either, 
for he had come to stay, that is, if he 
could find anything to do. Since the 
death of his Aunt Hetty, four days ago, 
in the little town of Sunway, he had been 
absolutely alone in the world. 

For the two had been new comers to 
Sunway, so that when his aunt fell sick 
Jack had to inquire the name of the vil- 
lage doctor from their next door neigh- 
bor. It would have been different if 
they had stayed on in that Ohio town 
where Jack was born, where his father 
and mother had died, and in which he 
knew everybody, from the minister down 
to the firemen on the railroad. 

And now Aunt Hetty had died sud- 
denly, without a will, and all her prop- 
erty would go to her brother, a crusty 
old New York merchant whom Jack re- 
membered to have seen once, when he 
had taken occasion to remark to his sis- 
ter with a sniff, " Humph, do you ever 
expect that tow head will amount to any- 
thing ?" 

Jack never could forget that remark, 
which, no' doubt, Mr. Cephas Ray had 
uttered in a careless way and never 
thought about again. 

" I won't look to him to help me," Jack 
had resolved, with all the independence 
of budding manhood. 

So the day after the funeral he had 
packed his few possessions back into the 
bag which had brought them from East 
Midlands, left the key of the house with 
Farmer Green next door, and bought a 
ticket for New York out of the five dollar 
bill Aunt Hetty had given him for a birth- 
day present the day she fell ill. When it 
was discovered that there was no will, 
but that there were relatives living of 
nearer kin to the deceased than Jack, the 
doctor shook his head and said they 
ought to have been sent for. 

" But there's only one, and he's a rich 
man in New York that doesn't want to 
have anything to do with us," answered 
Jack. 

" He is the heir though and ought to 
be informed," replied the doctor grave- 

So, as Jack did not know his exact ad- 
dress, but thought he could find him by 
a personal search, he decided, as we have 
seen, to kill two birds with one stone, 
carry the sad news to Mr. Cephas Ray 
and seek out some situation for himself 
in the metropolis. 

Now, although Jack had never been in 
a large city before in his life, he had been 
a great reader of the newspapers and 
was therefore better posted in town ways 
and manners than the average visitor 
from the rural districts. 

"I suppose the quickest way to find 
Uncle Cephas's store is to go across to 
that hotel and look for his name in the 
directory," he now decided, as he paused 
for a moment on the sidewalk of that 
busy thoroughfare already described. 

This plan having been put into execu- 
tion he was soon in possession of the 
fact that the plate glass and mirror 
warerooms of Cephas Ray & Co. were 
at No. 127 Franklin Street. 

" If you please, sir," he inquired of 
the clerk behind the counter, " will you 
tell me how I can get to Franklin 
Street ?" 

" Straight across Forty Second to Sixth 
Avenue, then down in the Elevated till 
you come to it." 

The man rattled off this reply as if it 



was part of a recitation, and then fixed a 
stony glare on Jack which said almost 
as plainly as words, " Now be off." 

Jack did not linger, but hurried away 
as fast as his cumbering bag would per- 
mit. Being naturally a quick witted boy, 
he stopped to read the notice at the foot 
of the Elevated stairway when he 
reached Sixth Avenue, so did not mis- 
take the up town track for the down town 
one and make double stair climbing for 
himself, and within half an hour he was 
standing in front of the imposing five 
story structure occupied by Messrs. 
Cephas Ray & Company. 

"Can I see Mr. Cephas Ray?" he 
asked of the first man he encountered on 
entering. 

He was a young fellow in a belted 
jacket, with a pen behind his ear, and 
when Jack spoke he started so with sur- 
prise that the pencil dropped out and fell 
to the floor. 

Jack stooped, picked it up and handed 
it to him. 

" Oh, thanks," he muttered. " And 
you said — you — wanted to see Mr. 
Cephas Ray ?" 

The young man appeared to be incred- 
ulous. 

" Yes, is he in ?" 

" Oh, er, yes, I think so, but what 
name ?" 

"Jack Ray." 

The young fellow stared harder than 
ever on hearing this, then pursed up his 
mouth as if to give vent to a low whis- 
tle. 

" Wait a minute," he said instead af- 
ter an instant, and hurried off in the di- 
rection of a private office divided from 
the rest of the establishment by a glass 
partition. 

Jack waited, leaning up against a post, 
and watching the busy movements of the 
porters and shipping clerks. He was 
wondering whether he would like a posi- 
tion here, provided his uncle who had 
never expected him to amount to any- 
thing was not at the head of the firm, 
when the clerk finally came back, accom- 
panied by a tall young man, scarcely as 
old as himself. 

He wore a shiny silk hat, an extremely 
high collar, sported a very low bang on 
his forehead and was gazing at Jack 
through a single glass which it evidently 
caused him not a little trouble to retain 
in his right eye. ' 

"Oh, aw, did you wish to see me?" 
he drawled, as Jack looked up and the 
clerk went back to his duties. 

" No," responded Jack bluntly. " I 
wanted to see Mr. Cephas Ray." 

"Well, that's my name, don't you 
know?" returned the dude, making a 
grimace that dislodged the glass and 
hence doubtless enabled him to obtain a 
more satisfactory view of this strange 
caller. Then he added: " You're the 
little tow headed beggar that used to live 
with my Aunt Hetty, ain't you ? How 
d'ye do?" 

The young swell put out two fingers of 
his left hand, but Jack would not see 
them. 

Perhaps he was too touchy or not 
versed sufficiently in city slang to know 
the harmless character of the epithet 
just applied to him. 

" I'm no beggar," flashed back his re- 
ply. " I didn't come here for anything 
but to tell Mr. Cephas Ray that Aunt Het- 
ty was dead and that she didn't leave any 
will, so he is heir to the property. Here's 
the address of the doctor that can tell 
him all about it. Good morning," and 
putting a scrap of paper into the soft, 
white hand of Cephas Ray, Jr., Jack 
waited not for another word, but picking 
up his bag hurried out into the street. 

" I s'pose that's uncle's son and thathe 
came out because I asked for Mr. Cephas 
Ray," he reflected, as he paused at the 
corner to wait for a chance to cross West 
Broadway. 

At that moment he caught sight of a 
sign in a shop window — " Boy Wanted." 

He hurried to present himself as an 
applicant. It was a wholesale dry goods 
house, and almost the first question the 
manager asked was : 

" Do you live at home with your pa- 
rents ?" 

" I haven't got any parents and I don't 
live anywhere just now," answered mat- 
ter of fact Jack. 

" We don't want any vagrants here," 
was the prompt rejoinder, " You won't 
do," 



Jack picked up his satchel, which 
seemed to have grown doubly weighty 
since this rebuff, and went out without a 
word. But his brain was full of thoughts, 
anxious ones, too. 

Before coming to the city he had cut 
out a list of tradesmen who advertised 
for boys in the paper, meaning to call 
upon them when he had accomplished 
his errand at his uncle's. He had care- 
fully prepared himself to meet all sorts of 
objections, such as his inexperience, his 
youth, his strangeness to city ways, but 
the requirement of having parents to 
live with had not once crossed his 
mind. 

" If they all want that, I might as well 
stop hunting for a place first as last," the 
poor boy told himself, as he stood once 
more on the sidewalk. 

" But I won't be discouraged by the 
firs', failure," he resolved the next in- 
stant. 

Dropping his bag on the pavement, he 
took out the well worn purse from which 
he had extracted the memorandum for 
Mr. Ray and selected a list of advertise- 
ments headed : " Help Wanted, Male." 

" I guess I'd better try this one," he 
decided, putting his finger over the fol- 
lowing : 

Boy Wanted, about 15 ; must be good pen- 
man and correct at figures. Apply to Orliss 
Brothers, 941 Third Avenue. 

" I'm fifteen, can write as good as 
Uncle Cephas any way, and I like figur- 
ing. They don't say anything about it's 
being necessary to have a father and 
mother, so I ought to stand a fair 
chance." 

But alas, he had left out of his calcu- 
lations the fact that he was in a city 
where thousands of other boys were as 
eager for a situation as himself, and 
when some three quarters of an hour 
later he presented himself and his carpet 
bag at Orliss Brothers' grocery store, he 
was informed with emphatic brevity 
that the vacancy had been filled hours 
ago. 

Poor Jack ! His discouragement this 
time lasted longer, and he wandered 
along the street into which he had me- 
chanically turned on quitting the gro- 
cery, for two or three blocks without 
taking particular note of his surround- 
ings. 

He was thinking of what he ought to 
do next. The heavy bag had now become 
like so much lead to carry about. He 
had not sought a boarding house where 
he might leave it when he first arrived 
for the reason that he wished to live 
near his place of business. 

" I'll try one more store and then I 
must find a place to leave this satchel," 
he said to himself. 

He took out his list again and selected 
the following : 

Boy Wanted, 14 to 16 years of age ; one 
living in the neighborhood preferred. Inquire 
at Bell and Browar's trimming store, 83 Sixth 
Ave. 

" I can accommodate them in one thing, 
any way," he told himself. " I can say 
that I'll live anywhere that will best suit 
them." 

Pulling out a pocket map of the city he 
had brought along, he discovered that 
he could make a short cut to Sixth 
Avenue by walking through a corner of 
Central Park, in the near neighborhood 
of which he now found himself. 

But even the fresh green of the grass, 
the beauty of bursting buds and blos- 
soms and the glad spring carols of the 
birds failed to inspire him with hope. 

" Somebody's sure to have been 
ahead of me," he kept repeating to him- 
self. " I don't see but what I'll have to 
find some place to stay and try it on a 
new paper the first thing in the morning. 
But a day lost when you've only got three 
dollars ahead is " 

The thought was never carried to a 
finish. A piercing scream interrupted it 
and the next instant Jack felt a rush of 
air past his face. 

Looking up he caught a glimpse of a 
young girl on horseback rounding a 
curve on the bridle path — which at this 
point happened to run parallel with the 
path — and the next instant another 
young lady dropped from another horse 
almost at his very feet. 

" Save Ethel ! Oh, save her, save her !" 
she cried. 

As we have had occasion to remark 
already, Jack Ray was a boy of quick 
impulses, In a second, the old bag was 



on the grass beside the prostrate girl, 
who was not in the least hurt, while Jack 
was in her place on the horse, feeling 
more at home, side saddle though it was, 
than he had since leaving East Midlands, 
where the care of the horses on the farm 
had been his chief delight. 

As he galloped off he caught a fleeting 
view of a groom lumbering along be- 
hind on a lazy steed. 

" He can look after the other one," he 
told himself, and bent all his energies to 
catching the fleeing charger ahead. 

What a race that was ! Jack forgot 
all about " Help Wanted, Male." 

"That girl has lost her head, the horse 
knows it and must be stopped," he mut- 
tered between set teeth, and then with 
heels, voice and hand urged his steed to 
his swiftest. 

He was a magnificent beast, with arch- 
ing neck and slender limbs, which latter 
seemed scarcely ever to touch the ground, 
so rapidly did tfeey flash back and forth 
in the endeavor to overtake his mate. 

And now the distance is lessening. 

" If she will only keep her conscious- 
ness two minutes, a moment more," says 
Jack. 

The Park is very quiet at this noon 
hour. They meet no one, except once 
or twice a policeman, who waves his arms 
in mute helplessness. 

Closer -and closer. Both horses fairly 
shake the ground, soft as it is, with the 
mightiness of their pace, and their heavy 
breathing sounds like the snorting of an 
engine. 

Now the nose of Jack's steed is up with 
the flank of the runaway. 

" It's all right. I'll stop him !" he 
shouts to the girl. 

Another instant and Jack's hand is on 
the bridle and his authoritative well 
trained tones are ringing out in com- 
mand to the maddened, reckless brute. 

For a moment there is no result. Both 
horses gallop on like the very wind. 

But Jack is firm, determined. His 
muscles have been hardened by much 
out door exercise and work. He is ac- 
customed to having the horses he speaks 
to obey him, and he is not to be denied 
now. 

Gradually but surely the pace slack- 
ened, and at length the horses were 
brought down to a walk. 

Then the groom, who had all this time 
been vainly trying to catch up, appeared 
with anxious inquiries. 

" Oh, Miss Ethel," he cried out, " is it 
kilt intoirely ye are ?" 

" No, but May?" gasped the girl, with 
the color beginning to come back into 
her cheeks. 

" She do be all right and wasn't hurted 
a bit, only scared to pieces about ye. 
A carriage with a friend o' your ma's in 
it came along and took her up, and here 
they are now." 

" I do not know how to thank you," 
said the young lady, now turning to Jack, 
who was patting her horse on the neck. 
" You must come and let papa do it for 
me. Can you, and will you ride that 
horse down behind the carriage ? We 
don't live far away." 

What could Jack say but that he would 
go ? Even without his hat, which had fal- 
len off some distance back. 

" I dropped my bag," he ventured to 
say. " I wouldn't like to lose it." 

" I will ask Mrs. Winfred to have James 
stop for it," was the instant reply. 

"Oh, Ethel Ray !" cried Mrs. Winfred 
at this moment. " What a fright you 
have given me !" 

Ethel Ray ! Jack pondered over the 
coincidence of names as he rode behind 
with the groom; but when the procession 
halted in front of one of the handsomest 
mansions on Madison Avenue, and he 
saw the dude from Franklin Street as- 
cending the steps, he began to do more 
than ponder. He wanted to get away. 

But Miss Ethel was already calling to 
him, and Jack dared not disobey a lady. 

He dismounted, giving his horse in 
charge to the groom, and advanced 
slowly towards the stoop, on which by 
this time the head of the house, the very 
Uncle Cephas who had once called him a 
little tow head, had now appeared. 

"Why, if it isn't the young duffer that 
went off in a huff this morning and that 
I came up specially to talk to father about ! 
Give us your hand, youngster. I was 
splitting my head wondering how we'd 
get hold of you again. Guess you didn't 
quite catch on to my ways this morning, 



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THE GOLDEN ARGOSY. 



291 



Come up and let me present you to the 
governor." 

What happened during the next half 
hour has been ever since all of a jumble 
in Jack's memory. Praises for his pluck 
were plentiful, although he insisted that 
the ' p " ought to be dropped. 

" It was pure luck that I happened to 
be there when Cousin Ethel's horse got 
scared at that red parasol and bolted," he 
insisted. 

" My opinions of tow heads have un- 
dergone a decided change, Jack, my 
boy," said his uncle that night, after the 
old bag had been unpacked in the coziest 
room that was to be his very own, and 
plans for schooling had been discussed. 

" Then — you wouldn't have — well, you 
would have been glad to see me if I'd 
found you at the office this morning?" 

"Of course I would, and it was the 
luckiest thing for you and me both that 
you chanced to run across my daughter 
in the Park." 

"There, I told you it was pure luck," 
exclaimed Jack, with a twinkle in his 
eye. 

" Very true, but where would the luck 
have been without the pluck to turn it to 
account in the way it did ?" returned his 
uncle promptly. 

And Jack could say nothing, onlv blush 
and look happy. 

♦-♦"* 

[This story"commenced in No. 266.] 

THE 

By FRANK H. CONVERSE, 

Author of '" Van," " In Southern Seas" " The 
Mystery of a Diamond" etc., etc. 



CHAPTER XLI. 

CHIP AND ROB PART. 

VpTOKOMIS at Chip's request put away the 
l/\l 6^4j with almost an air of ownership, 
llfix as it seemed to Rob. Yet he could not 
prevent his eyes from following her 
graceful movements about the pleasant room 
with its flowers and little adornments. And 
Nokomis herself was dressed not very much un- 
like other women he had seen, only with far 
more taste. 

But when Wanita came in a little later, Rob 
had made up his mind that the young girl must 
have cared something for Chip. 

A sharp observer might have noticed that 
Wanita had been crying. Chip did not, how- 
ever. His manner was embarrassed for various 
reasons, which may suggest themselves. 

"This is my friend Rob I have told you 
about," said Chip rather awkwardly. And 
without raising her eyes, Wanita murmured a 
welcome. 

Nokomis, whose dark fine features were 
lighted with a look of evident satisfaction, 
placed her well shaped hand on Chip's shoulder. 

" It is you had better tell her," she said 
softly. And Wanita with a start looked -up, 
first at her handsome Indian mother, then at 
Chip standing beside her, looking rather sheep- 
ish it must be confessed, as he glanced at 
Rob. 

Chip cleared his throat. 

" While you was gone last night, Wanita," 
he said, " your mother and I got talking. And 
— the long and short of it is — I ain't going back 
with Rob. I haven't had no home this ever so 
long. Your mother she's took — a — kind of 
shine to me, and — and — there ain't no reason 
why we three can't live here under the same 
roof after — when — we're married. What under 
the sun's the matter ?" 

For uttering a half convulsive cry Wanita 
suddenly turned and walked swiftly from the 
room directly out on the little porch. 

"You must be bright if you can't see for 
yourself," indignantly returned Rob, and with- 
out waiting a response he followed the young 
girl, whom he found sitting on the bench sobbing 
as though her heart would break. 

Now I defy any masculine, young or old, to 
attempt to console a pretty girl in tears, without 
feeling a sort of tenderness in the region of his 
heart. 

And so, as Rob seated himself beside the 
weeping girl, he could not help taking possession 
of one of her hands, and gently pressing it in 
token of his silently respectful sympathy. 

" First that plaguy Stefano — now it's Rob ! " 

The audible remark caused Rob to start in a 
half guilty sort of way, and drop Wanita's 
hand like a hot coal, as looking up he saw Chip 
standing in the door. But Wanita didn't seem 
to see or hear anything. She kept on crying. 

" What in time is the matter any w"ay ? " ex- 
claimed Chip angrily. "What have you been 
saying to Wanita to make her cry like that ? " 
he demanded, confronting Rob, for the first 
time since their acquaintance, with an angry and 
even threatening look. 

Rob was about to answer hastily. Yet Chip 
seemed so unconscious of having himself been 
the cause of Wanita's grief, that Rob checked 
himself. 

Taking Chip by the arm, he whispered in his 
ear : 



" You foolish fellow — don't you understand ? 
Wanita — er — well, likes you better than any one 

else " 

" Funny way she's got of showing it," mut- 
tered Chip, seeming unconvinced. 

"And hearing so suddenly without prepara- 
tion, that you and her mother were to be 

married " 

" tt'hat?" roared Chip in large italics — so 
large and loud that Nokomis came quickly to 
the door in wondering astonishment, and even 
Wanita looked up through her tears. 

Of course Rob didn't care to repeat his re- 
mark for the benefit of the listening females, so 
he motioned Chip to silence. 

" Look here," said the latter, disregarding his 
friend's signals, " there's some kind of criss 
cross business here I don't understand. Last 
night it was all understood betwixt Wanita's 
mother and me that I should put in so much 
money and go into partnership with her in 
horse and cattle raising " 

Wanita uttered a little ejaculation, but Chip 
went on : 

" I was to have half interest in the ranch, and 
live here same's one of the family, which bime 
by I hope I shall be, for Wanita's mother says 
Wanita likes me and — and — is willing she shall 
marry me when we're both old enough — that is, 
if — she'll have me. And here you are, talking 
about me marrying mv mother in law that is to 
be!" 

Rob felt a cold chill running down his spine 
as he saw his awful blunder ! And then stam- 
meringly he began to explain, but it was no use. 
His mouth twitched convulsively. And drop- 
ping on the bench vacated by Wanita, who had 
sprung to her feet and run into the house, Rob 
gave utterance to a roar of laughter which 
reached Bunyap's ears as he stood by the water- 
ing trough with the horses and burro in readi- 
ness for a start. 

People who talk of the stoicism of the Indian 
race should have heard Nokomis's echoing 
laugh mingled with Wanita's merry peal as 
they began to comprehend the mutual mis- 
understanding. And Chip brought up the rear 
with a perfect shout ! 

When a little later Rob said his good by, he 
saw that Wanita's wrists were adorned with the 
quaint circlets from the canyon cavern. From 
this he rightly reasoned that Chip and she had 
come to a mutual understanding, which was in- 
deed the case. 

" What shall I tell Colonel Lamonte if I see 
him from you, Chip > " asked Rob, as half an 
hour afterward the latter stood beside his friend, 
who, mounted on Chiquita, was waiting while 
Bunyap tightened his saddle girth for the last 
time. 

"Ask him if the collaterals are worth any- 
thing much," returned Chip, with a twinkle in 
his gray eye. " For if they be — I mean if they 
are — I s'pose by rights whatever they bring be- 
longs to Wanita and her mother. Some day I 
shall tell 'em all about Dare." 

" I'll remember," was the grave reply. 
" Good by, old chap. Your friendship has been 
a great comfort and help to me." 

Chip swallowed and winked very hard. 

" Good by and God bless you, Rob," he said 
rather indistinctly. " I never shall be a gentle- 
man like you, but I've learnt things since we've 
been together that have given me different ideas 
of what a fellow ought to be. Whatever good 
comes to the top in me, I'll have you to thank 
for it. Good by, Bunyap," and not trusting his 
voice further. Chip turned his face toward his 
new home, while Rob and the prospector wheeled 
their horses sharp round, and left the valley of 
peace to its quiet. 

CHAPTER XLII. 

IN NEW ORLEANS. V 



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p^jlivwin a. vwtunuw pOint Of VieW, 

r*/' glory of New Orleans has fled. Its aspect 
Jt# before the war and after affords a strange 
contrast to the reflective mind. 

But to the average visitor New Orleans is 
always a thing of beauty and a joy forever. 
That is, if he has an eye to the picturesque and 
an appreciation of pleasant surroundings 
generally. 

Now Rob's remembrances of the city in 
question were vague and unsatisfactory. When 
he was there for a few days with Dare and 
Miggles, pending the purchase of the flat or 
house boat, he had been kept under a sort of 
surveillance. He was hardly permitted to leave 
the Poydras Street boarding house where the 
three had taken lodgings. 

When a year later he and Chip disembarked 
from the river steamer, it was under unfavorable 
circumstances. Homeless, friendless in the 
general sense of the word, and nearly penniless, 
Rob could not appreciate the beautiful old city 
to any marked degree. And later, while travers- 
ing its streets as a wandering musician, he had 
no eyes for the charms of his surroundings. 

But Rob's third visit to the quaint Southern 
city was under very different auspices. 

With Bunyap, he had reached Bragg City in 
safety. There his gold had been turned into 
ready money and drafts on a New Orleans 
banking house. He had bade adieu to the old 
prospector with unfeigned regret. Four weari- 
some days of travel by rail had brought him 
once more to New Orleans. The mare Chiquita 
had also made the journey thither in a box car 
with as much equine philosophy as could be ex- 
pected. 

Chiquita was comfortably lodged at a Jackson 
Street stable with strict orders that every at- 
tention should be shown her. And Rob him- 



self went to the St. Charles, as befitted ,-> yrung 
man having abundant meanr and a strong de- 
sire to make up for some months of enforced 
abstinence from the comforts and luxuries which, 
reasonably indulged in, add to the enjoyment of 
life. 

It is almost unnecessary to say that his one 
overruling thought, now that he had time to 
think connectedly, was to find some clew to the 
whereabouts of his father, Robert De Lancy. 

Being a complete stranger in the city, he took 
perhaps the wisest course under the circum- 
stances. That is, Rob employed the service of 
a private detective, who, being put into posses- 
sion of the newspaper scrap and such informa- 
tion as Rob himself could give, assured him that 
it would be the easiest thing in the world to 
trace the musician. 

So with a very light heart Rob left the matter 
in Mr. Nutter's hands, with instructions to re- 
port as soon as the slightest clew to his father's 
whereabouts had been ascertained. Meanwhile 
Mr. Nutter, whose charges were in the neighbor- 
hood of ten dollars a day, was supposed to be 
straining every nerve, or words to that effect, in 
the furtherance of his young employer's desires. 
It was then the latter part of October, and 
Rob knew from what Doris had said that Colo- 
nel Lamonte must have returned to his city 
home with his daughter. 

Almost any one but Rob would, under the 
circumstances, have lost little time before ap- 
pearing at the colonel's handsome city residence, 
where he could not meet with anything except- 
ing the most cordial of welcomes. 

But the hope of being joined to the father he 
could not remember had for the time displaced 
other considerations in Rob's mind. Now that 
this joyful consummation seemed so certain, 
filial affection began to assert itself, to the ex- 
clusion of outside friendships. And then, too, 
Rob's comparative ignorance of the social rules 
held him back. On the Bonanza ranch it was 
very different. Doris as a young society belle 
in her luxurious home — why, that was quite 
another thing. 

Rob was thinking of all this as toward eve- 
ning on the second day after his arrival he 
stood on the marble steps of the St. Charles, 
watching the indolent drift of the human tide, 
so different from the turbulent ebb and flow 
along the principal streets of our Northern 
cities. 

A marvelously attired young man, carrying a 
very thick silver headed stick by its middle, with 
a single eye glass screwed painfully in place, 
sauntered leisurely along. That it was the Hon- 
orable Guy Hethering, Rob saw at a glance. 
Accompanying him was a youthful Southern 
blood, whose evident object was to imitate as 
far as possible in dress and manner his English 
friend. He was given to rather loud taste in 
plaids and checks ; his stick, even thicker than 
his companion's, was grasped exactly in the 
middle, and with infinitely more difficulty he 
contrived to keep his eye glass in position. 

" Let's have a shy at billiards, Guy," remarked 
the last mentioned, and, as the Honorable Guy 
assented, the two, ascending the steps, entered 
the spacious and splendid billiard room, fol- 
lowed by Rob, who had had 110 chance to accost 
Hethering. 

The great marble flagged apartment, with its 
numerous tables, its pictures, chandeliers, and 
glitter of mirrors and cut glass behind the bar, 
has a certain attractiveness of its own to mor- 
alist and sensualist alike. Such surroundings 
are a hundredfold more dangerous than the 
dramshop, with its slovenly interior, or the or- 
dinary saloon, with its tawdry attempts at 
adorning. 

Particularly to the young is the danger. Those 
who would not dream of being seen drinking or 
associating with the ruder elements of society 
always found in the common bar room, sip the 
alluring draught without a thought of danger 
amid more luxurious appointments. 

I am no preacher. Temperance talk to the 
young seems in one sense a waste of words, 
when daily and almost hourly the evils of the 
greatest curse of the race are illustrated in 
something speaking louder than words. But if 
I were a young fellow beginning life, before 
everything else, I would pledge my word before 
God that with His help I would never touch 
intoxicating drinks in any form, however seem- 
ingly harmless. The boy who does this, and 
sticks to it, has a thousand chances of success 
in life to the other fellow's one. Don't forget it. 

The smoke of cigarettes poisoned the atmo- 
sphere and the lungs of the gilded youth who 
affected them. The click of billiard balls and 
the clinking of glasses was blended with 
laughter and the languid hum of conversation. 
White jacketed gentlemen of color skimmed 
about the great room bearing trays of glasses. 
Little groups about the pool tables expressed 
in different keys their appreciation of various 
skillful shots which to Rob's ignorance seemed 
the easiest thing in the world to accomplish. 

Hethering and his friend had stepped to the 
bar counter. Pending their return, Rob stood 
near one of the tables, where, to judge by the 
admiring group about it, two youthful experts 
were pitted against each other. 

One of them, a tall, athletic young fellow, 
with a dawning mustache and rather aristo- 
cratic features, was remarkably handsome, and 
a genuine Southron in look and speech. Rob 
heard hi.n mentioned as Percy by some of the 
bystanders. And it was evident that young 
Percy was looked upon with admiring awe by 
the lesser lights of swelldom gathered around 
the table. 

Rob was vaguely wondering whether the 



average young man would put as much cal- 
culation, study, practice, and money, in arriv- 
ing at perfection in any calling of life, as seems to 
be expended at a billiard table, when the cur- 
rent of his meditations was cut suddenly short. 

A hurrying waiter jostled him rudely. In re- 
covering his balance Rob fell against Percy, 
who with cue drawn back for a critical shot, 
was balanced over the end of the table in an at- 
titude suggestive of a painful attack of colic. 

"Stoo — pid !" 

This was the mildest of the chorused epithets 
that greeted Rob's unfortunate accident. 
Young Percy himself gave utterance to a far 
more forcible expletive. For added to his 
warm Southern blood was — so it had been 
whispered— a strong dash of the hot tempered 
Creole. 

Rob, who had at once apologized and endeav- 
ored to explain that he was not primarily in 
fault, felt his face flush ; but restraining his im- 
pulse to a hasty retort, he turned to leave the 
spot. 

But champagne cocktails and sherry cobblers 
had circulated more or less. Most of the 
youngsters were Percy's classmates, and of 
course among them were more or less boasting 
descent from the F. F. Vs. Rob's bronzed face, 
brown hands, and 'lit of inexpensive looking 
gray tweed gave an . voression of one of the 
working classes— possibi, ■ Northern mechanic 
on a vacation. 

" Get out of this, you chump :" growled one 
of the number. And to enforce the command 
he attempted to seize Rob by the collar. 

As the youth in question became the collared 
rather than the collarer, and was thrown rather 
sharply against the nearest table, excitement 
became almost a sudden frenzy. 

Percy was by virtue of his prowess as an ath- 
lete the most aggressive. Shortening his bil- 
liard cue, he struck viciously at Rob with the 
heavy end. 

" Lay your hands on a Southern gentleman, 
will you ? " he fiercely exclaimed. 

Rob caught the blow on his left forearm. 
Then his right shot out spasmodically. Invol- 
untary action it might be called, for he had no 
more idea of striking the young fellow a second 
before the act, than of turning to fly. 

Well, there was a putty " how do you do." 
In a moment the two were surrounded by an 
excited throng from every part of the room. 
Say what you will, the brute instinct in the 
majority of mankind, whether cultured or the 
reverse, struggles toward the surface at the 
sight ot anything like a pugilistic encounter. 
The best of men are drawn involuntarily in the 
direction of a street fight. That is, till they 
remember they have a certain dignity to sus- 
tain. 

"Down him! Throw him out!" and all 
sorts of wildly excited yells were heard. 

It would have gone hard with Rob Dare, alone 
and friendless, as he stood backed against one 
of the tables confronting a dozen or more angry, 
hot blooded young men, ready to fight on an 
instant's provocation, only for an unexpected 
interference. 

" Look here — give the chap fair play — a dozen 
to one ain't just the thing, don't you know ! " 

Guy Hethering's broad shoulders parted the 
crowd right and left as he elbowed his way to 
Rob's side, evidently not recognizing him in his 
haste. 

His eye glass was dangling at the end of its 
cord, the big stick was in the hands of his ad- 
miring friend, and his derby on the back of his 
head. Determination in his eye and a pair of 
bony knuckles held a la Sullivan showed that 
the young Englishman, well known to most of 
those present, was in earnest. 

( To be continued.) 



A DOG IN THE WITNESS BOX. 

Stori&s of wonderful sagacity in dogs are plenti- 
ful, but it is not often that one hears of a bow wow 
being called upon to give his testimony in a court 
of justice. A Minneapolis correspondent of the 
Chicago Inter Ocean describes an incident of this 
nature that lately transpired in the former city. 

Some two years ago one H. Burton lost a Gordon 
setter dog. A couple of months ago he ran across 
Sport in the street and took him home. Chris 
Goehrmger, a saloon keeper, claimed the dog as 
his own, alleging that he had bought him two 
years previously. A lawsuit was the result. 

Mr. Burton produced witnesses to prove that he 
had owned the dog since his puppyhood. Goeh- 
ringer brought in the person of whom he had pur- 
chased Sport, a man of unblemished reputaticn 
who, on his part, produced witnesses equally as 
trustworthy as Mr. Burton's to prove that he had 
owned the dog as a puppy, and there appeared to 
be a case of mistaken identity somewhere. 

At this juncture Mr. Burton asked the court if he 
might be allowed to introduce the evidence of the 
dog. No objections were made to this novel 
motion. Mr. Burton, mindful of the accomplish- 
ments which his wife had taught Sport in his youth, 
turned to the dog and said in a careless tone of 
voice : " Come, Sport, go and shut the door." 

Without a moment's hesitation the intelligent 
creature trotted over to the door of the court room, 
which happened to be ajar, shoved it shut, and then 
trotted back to his master. 

Mr. Burton then had the dog do his famous 
"gallant" act. In this Sport sat upon his haunches, 
with a hat upon his head. When asked how he sa- 
luted a gentleman when meeting him, he deftly 
touched the edge of the hat with his right paw ; but 
when asked how he saluted a lady under the same 
circumstances, he brought up his paw and knocked 
the hat off his head. 

All concerned were perfectly satisfied, and the 
jury in a few moments brought in a verdict for 
Mr. Burton, and Sport followed his triumphant 
master out of the court room, 



292 



THE GOLDEN ARGOSY. 



NUMBER 279. 




one has occasionally 
quarters or dimes in his 



EFFORT. 

Better to strive and climb. 
And never reach the goal, 
Than to drift along with time. 
An aimless, worthless soul. 
Ay, better to climb and fall. 
Or sow, though the yield be small, 
Than to throw away 
Day after day, 
And never strive* at all. 



Rare Qsins. 



OINS seem to 
be the most 
fascinating 
of all the 
treasures so 
eagerly 
stered up by 
the collector. 
The interest 
taken in rare 
pieces of 
money is al- 
most univer- 
sal , and 
nearly every 
examined the 
„ pocket, to see 
whether any of them are of rare dates. 
If any proof of these statements were 
needed, it might be found in the constant 
stream of questions vvhich pours in upon 
the Argosy from readers who possess 
coins which they believe to be rare. 
In reply to a vast number of these, 
which it would be impessible to answer 
in the column devoted to correspondence, 
we will here give a full list of the United 
States coins which command a premium, 
and the prices which can be obtained for 
them when in good condition. These 
prices are taken from the circular of a 
leading firm of coin dealers, but they 
are, of course, liable to vary from time 
to time. 

It is perhaps as well to add to prevent 
possible misunderstandings, that the 
ARGOSY does not buy, sell, exchange, or 
deal in coins in any way. 

DOLLARS. 

We will begin with the silver coins, 
and at the head of them comes the dol- 
lar. The first dollar was struck in 1794, 
It bears a head of Liberty with flowing 
hair, and is worth $25 to the lucky pos- 
sessor. The dollars of the subsequent 
years bear premiums as follows : 

1795 .... fl.sj 

1796, filleted head - - 1.50 

'797 " " - ! -S<> 

1798, eagle without shield 1.50 
1798, eagle with shield - I, 10 

The last named is the first of a new 
series of dollars. The design on one 
side is like that shown in the initial letter 
of this article ; on the other there is an 
eagle, with a shield on his breast and the 
motto " E pi.uribus unum." The other 
years of this type are valued thus : 

1799 I 1 - 10 

1800 - - - 1. 10 

1801 ----- 1.25 

1802 ... . 1.25 

1803 1.25 

1804 ... - 500.00 

This dollar of 1804 is the most famous 
and valuable of all American coins, and 
many are the interesting items connected 
with it. The books at the mint are said 
to show that abouttwenty thousand silver 
dollars were struck in 1804, but what be- 
came of, them no one knows. Accord- 
ing to one view, they were sent out to 
Africa, to pay the sailors of some Amer- 
ican vessels ordered there ; according to 
another, they were really never coined at 
all. Certain it is, that only thirteen or 
fourteen specimens are now known to be 
in existence. A coin dealer recently 
said that " the dies were out of the pos- 
session of the United States Government 
for over a year and a half before they 
were destroyed. It can hardly be sup- 
posed that it was an accident, and there 
is no telling how many pieces were 
struck in that time and are being held 
back by persons who had them made. 
The last one that turned up came to this 
country from Germany. How it got 
there is not known. It was a beautiful 
specimen and had evidently been struck 
recently." 

It seems likely that none of the 1S04 
dollars now in existence were really 



minted in that year, all having been 
struck subsequently from the dies. A 
gentleman in New York, however, has a 
specimen which he believes to be the 
only original one. It is slightly worn, 
and has evidently been in circulation. 
This does not usually add to the value of 
a coin, but in the present instance, if it 
could be made to prove that the dollar 
was actually minted in 1804, it might 
make a great difference. 

Of course, no absolute or definite price 
can be set upon a coin like this. One 
which had belonged to a director of the 
United States mint was sold only a few 
weeks ago in New York for $470. This 
was an unexpectedly low price — the 
lowest that has ever been paid for an 
1804 dollar. Not long ago a collector in 
Denver, Colorado, bought one from a 
dealer in Philadelphia for $1000, and 
then sued him for damages, on the 
ground that the coin was not rare 
enough, in comparison with others, to 
be worth such a figure. The dealer 
settled the matter by producing another 
collector who was willing to give $150(3 
for the coin, which is still in the Denver 
gentleman's possession. 

To continue the list of rare silver dol- 
lars, the next we come to are those dis- 
tinguished by the flying eagle: Of these 
series there are three valuable years : 
1836 .-- - $3.00 

1838 - - - 15.00 

1839 ... - 10.00 
The next dollars that bear a premium 

have on one side a seated figure of 
Liberty, on the other an eagle with 
shield. Of these those struck in 1851 
and 1852 are the most valuable, but sev- 
eral others are rather uncommon : 



1851 
1852 - 
1854 
1855 - 
1856 

1857 - 
1858 
1861 - 
1863 
1864 - 
1865 
1867 - 



- $r.i5 
20.00 

- 20.00 

2.00 

- 1.50 
I.50 

- 1.50 
10.00 

1. 10 
1. 10 
1. 10 
1-iS 

- 1.05 



The last five of the above named must 
be in fine condition to command any 
premium whatever. 

This concludes the list of dollars, for 
none of those later than 1867 are rare 
enough to be curiosities. 

HALF DOLLARS. 

Next come the silver half dollars, of 
which comparatively few are of any 
especial value, the following being the 
premiums obtainable : 

1794, eagle without shield $2.00 

1795 " " O.55 
1796, eagle with 13 stars -20.00 
1797 " " " 18.00 

1801 " " " 2.00 

1802 " " " 2.00 
1815, head of Liberty with 

cap - - - 2.50 

1836, milled edge - - 1.50 
No premium on the half dollar of 1836 
with lettered edge. 

QUARTER DOLLARS. 
Of the silver quarter dollars, only the 
following command any premium : 

1796 - - - - - $1.00 
1804 .... 0.75 

1823 ----- 15.00 

1824 ... - 0.40 
1827 ----- 30.00 
1853 - - - _ - 2.50 _ 

The quarter of 1853 with rays behind 
ihe eagle is a coin of no rarity. 
TWENTY CENT PIECES. 

Two dates of the twenty cent pieces 
are valuable : 

1877 ----- $1.50 

1878 - 1.50 
The twenty cent pieces of 1875 and 

1876 command no premium. 
DIMES. 
We next come to silver dimes, or ten 
cent pieces, of which the following are 
reckoned as curiosities : 

1796 $°-5° 

1797 ... - T.OO 

1798 - - - - - 1. 00 
1800 - - - - 1.50 

1801 1. 00 

1802 . - - - 7.25 

1803 1.00 



1804 
1805 
1S07 
1809 
1S11 
1822 
1S28 

1844 
1846 



$1.50 
O.25 
0.25 
0.25 
0.25 
0.50 
0.15 
0.15 
0.15 



Of these coins, those of 1805, 1807, 
1809, 1811, 1S28, 1844, and 1846, are of no 
value unless in fine condition. 
HALF DIMES. 

Half dimes, or silver five cent pieces, 
are next on the list, the following being 
the uncommon dates : 

1794 *I-00 

1795 - - - - 0.25 

1796 - - - - - 1. 00 

1797 _ . - _ 1. 00 

1800 - - - - - 0.50 

1801 - - - - 1. 00 

1802 ----- 25.00 

1803 .... 1. 00 
1805 ----- 1.25 
1846 - - - - 0.75 
1848, large date - - - 0.10 
1853, without arrow points 0.10 
1864 0.25 

1865 .... 0.10 
1866 0.10 

1867 - - - - o. 10 
The half dimes of 1846. 1864, 1865. 

1866, and 1867 must be in very good con- 
dition to command the premium men- 
tioned. 

SILVER THREE CENT PIECES. 

These tiny coins are not uncommon in 
a worn and rubbed state, but they are 
seldom seen sharp and bright. None of 
the dates are very rare, but the following 
values are attached to those of the 
various years, when in good condition : 

1863 $0.35 

1864 . - - - 0.50 

1865 0.25 

1866 ... 0.25 
1867 0.25 

1868 .... 0.30 
1869 0.25 

1870 - - - - 0.15 

1871 ----- 0.15 

1872 .... 0.15 

1873 ----- 0.50 
This concludes the list of silver pieces, 

and we now come to the 

COPPER AND NICKEL PIECES. 

It may be news to most of our readers 
to learn that the white five cent piece, 
commonly called a " nickel," does not 
consist wholly or mainly of that metal. 
It is struck from an alloy of three fourths 
copper and only one fourth nickel. 

There is one question which is asked 
of the Argosy nearly every week, until 
our correspondence editor is weary of 
answering it. It is this : " Is there any 
premium on nickels without the word 
' cents ?' " 

The answer, which we hope all our 
readers will notice, is no ; the only 
nickel to which any special value is at- 
tached is that of 1877, which can be sold 
for 15 cents. All others, including those 
without " cents," are too common to be 
reckoned as curiosities. 

NICKEL THREE CENT PIECES 

may also be dismissed with a few words, 
as again those of 1877 are the only valu- 
able ones. They are rated in the pre- 
mium lists at 15 cents. 

TWO CENT PIECES. 
The only dates of the copper two cent 
pieces which command a premium are 
the following : 

1872 ----- $0.05 

1873 .... 0.50 
Neither of these are of any value un- 
less in fine condition. 

CENTS. 
Of the old series of large copper cents, 
which were coined from 1793 to 1857, the 
following dates are those to which a 
premium is attached : 

1793, with chain - - - $1.50 
1793, with wreath - - 1.50 

1793, head with cap - 2.50 

1794, " '■ - - 0.05 

1795, " - - 0.05 

1796, " " - - 0.10 
1796, head without cap - o. 10 

1797 - - - - 0-03 

1798 - 0.02 

1799 ... - 5.00 

1800 - 0.03 
1 801 0.03 



1802 
1803 
1804 
1805 
1806 
1807 
1808 
1809 
1810 
1811 
1 812 
1S13 
1814 
1857 



$0.02 
0.02 
2.00 
0.03 
0.05 
0.02 
0.05 
0.50 
0.02 
0.25 
0.02 
0.05 
0.02 
0.05 



The cent of 1857 was the last of the old 
fashioned large cents, which were super- 
seded by the smaller coins, struck at first 
from nickel, and afterwards from an 
alloy of ninety five per cent copper and 
five per cent nickel. The only one of 
these which commands a premium is the 
white or nickel cent of 1856, the first of 
the series. It bears v. representation of 
a flying eagle, and can be sold for $1.50. 
(To be concluded.) 



SKIN TIGHT TKOI'SEBS. 

With us the beard or mustache is commonly re- 
garded as the outward sign of manhood, but the 
males of Burmah have quite another sort of dis- 
tinguishing mark for this estate. It is nothing 
more nor less than tattooing a pair of knee breeches 
on a boy when he is about fourteen. 

The following description of the operation is 
given by a writer in the Commercial Advertiser'. 

The subject, a plump, fair skinned boy, had taken 
opium to deaden the pain, and was lying on a mat, 
quite nude, with a dazed look in his half closed 
eyes. The professor evidently thinks he is a sub- 
ject to take pains with, as he sits carefully mixing 
his ink in a joint of bamboo, and preparing his 
weapon. 

This is a brass rod nearly two feet long and about 
half an inch thick ; it is weighted at the top with a 
little ornamental figure, and at the other end has a 
hollow point divided by two cross slits into four 
fine pricks. The professor examines the " business 
end " critically, and, having satisfied himself that 
it is sharp enough, tucks up his putsoe and squats 
at the boy's side. Selecting a spot on the thigh, he 
places both feet on it a few inches apart, and stretch- 
ing the skin tight, draws the outline of the first 
figure — a tiger rampant— with an inky splinter of 
bamboo ; this is soon done, and relieving himself 
of a large mouthful of betelnut, the professor set- 
tles down to work in earnest. 

The subject, stupefied with opium, lies insensible 
to the pain, while one figure after another gradu- 
ally appears on his skin. Deep as the points of the 
style sink, they draw little blood, but the limb 
swells in a manner that would alarm any one who 
did not know it would return to its normal size in 
a day or two. Fever sometimes supervenes, and in 
that case the patient waits for a time before the 
work of illustration is resumed, so it often extends 
over a period of a week or ten days, during which 
the inconvenience suffered is considerable. 

Eight rupees is the usual fee paid to a taltooer 
for endowing a lad with breeches. The figures 
that compose them vary little, consisting as a rule 
of tigers, " nagas " (dragons), and " beloes " 
(devils). Each one is surrounded with a border of 
sentences, generally illegible, invoking good luck 
upon the owner of the skin whereon they are in- 
scribed. The waist and knees are neatly finished 
off with a tasteful edging of point or scroll pat- 
tern ; these sensitive parts of the body are the last 
to be done, and tattooers have told me that the 
pain caused frequently arouses the patient from his 
torpor. 

*-♦-► 

PLENTY OF MONKEY. 

The writer of the following composition had evi- 
dently no idea of allowing his readers to forget the 
subject on which he had set out to discourse. 

We quote it from the New York Times, which in 
turn gets it from the Indian Helper, a little sheet 
got up by the Indian boys at the Carlisle school. 
Fred Big Horse is a Sioux boy of twelve or four- 
teen, who when he left his home at the Rosebud 
Agency could not write or read or even speak a 
word of English. Now he is an accomplished 
author, as the following essay from his pen will 
show : 

MONKEYS. 

There are many kinds of animals. Monkeys and 
monkeys, etc. The monkeys are very much like a 
monkey, too. The monkeys can climb a tree like 
a monkey. They have long fingers like a monkey. 
The monkeys have long tails and long bodies like 
a monkey. They often play a merry game and sing 
a merry song like a monkey. Once upon a time my 
friend and f were young men that time we took a 
trip we started off from Dakota and away we went 
and then we went to South America. There we saw 
the monkeys and monkeys everywhere on the trees 
screaming and chattering everywhere on the trees. 
They were verv cheerful like monkeys. We saw- 
all kinds of monkeys in South America ; we caught 
a shipload of them and brought them back to the 
United States and sold them for so much money. 
Then we took the money to buy a great big balloon 
and it blew away. Then we had no monkeys, no 
money, and no balloon. Fred Big Horse. 



EXPRESSIVE 

I n the chemical laboratory : 
has become of Tom Appleton ? 



'' Professor, what 
Wasn't he study- 



fellow ! A fine 
the use of chero- 



ng with the class last year?" 

l " Ah, yes, Appleton-— poor 
student but absent minded in 
icals— very. That discoloration of the ceiling 
Notice it?" 

"Yes." 

"That's he," 



APRIL 7, 1888. 



THE GOLDEN ARGOSY. 



293 



IN THE VALLEY. 

BY F . R . HAVEKGAL, 

No valley but hath some mountain days- 
Bright summits in the retrospective view, 

And toil worn passes to glad prospects new- 
Fair sunlit memories of joy and praise. 



[ This story commenced in No. 275.] 

Three Thirty Three ; 

OK, 

ALLAN TRENT'S TRIALS. 

By MATTHEW WHITE, JR., 
Author o/ u Eric Dane, 11 " The Heir to White- 
cap" " The Denford Boys" etc. 

CHAPTER XIV. 

ALLAN'S SISTER. 

UST 1 be the one to tell her ? " was 
Arthur's first thought, after recall- 
ing to mind the fact that Allan's 
sister had been away for the past 
month visiting relatives in 
Albany. 

He took off his hat and 
tried to smile as he shook 
hands. 

" How long have you been 
here, or have you just come, 
or are you going back ? " 
Agnes laughingly inquired, 
adding quickly : ''But 
where's Allan ? You know 
you two boys always remind 
me of a pitcher and glass : 
one seems lost without the 
other." 

"I've just got here, and 
Al didn't come." 

Arthur tried to speak in 
his usual voice, but his brain 
was so full of mysterious tel- 
e grams, Beaver-Gray en- 
counters, and the horror of 
seeing Agnes so unsuspect- 
ing of what had taken place 
at home, that he felt he was 
making a miserable failure 
of it. 

Agnes looked puzzled for 
an instant, then laying her 
hand on the arm of a boy of 
fourteen who had been stand- 
ing beside her, she went on 
in her vivacious way : 

"But here I am all this 
time, allowing you to sup- 
pose that I am wandering 
about at this hour of the 
night without an escort. Let 
me introduce my cousin, 
Talbot Barr. Talbot, this 
is Mr. Arthur Seymour, Al- 
lan's chum. I know you've 
heard about him often." 

The two boys shook hands, 
while Agnes explained that 
she and her cousin had just 
come down from Troy. 

" And we stopped in the 
waiting room here to s e e 
about New York trains," she 
added. "You know I'm go- 
ing home tomorrow. The 
first rehearsal of that great 
play comes off at the Deanes' 
tomorrow night. And by the 
way, sir, I hope you haven't 
forgotten that you're our 
leading old man." 

"I had, sure as guns!" 
exclaimed Arthur, with a 
momentary return of his old, 
impetuous manner. Then, 
as a realization of the altered 
conditions under which the 
t w o prin cipal roles — sus- 
tained by Allan and his sis- 
ter — would have to be played, 
if played at all, his face 
lengthened out again, and 
he dropped his eyes suddenly 
to the floor. 

"There, I knew you two 
couldn't stay apart very long 
without some tie to bind 
you ! " broke forth Agnes, 
suddenly, as in following Arthur's quick glance 
downward she caught sight of the telegram 
which he held in his hand in such a way that 
the signature " Allan " was plainly visible. 

Seymour crushed the dispatch into a crumpled 
ball between his fingers. 

"Yes, it's about my going back," he said, 
quickly. " I suppose it's too late to catch a 
train tonight." 

He gazed half wildly about the waiting room, 
as if longing to escape. In short, he was so 
utterly unlike his usual merry, bantering self, 
that Agnes was quite nonplused. 

" But you say you've just got here, and now 
you talk about going straight back ! " she ex- 
claimed, wonderingly. "This is a flying trip." 

Al this moment, Talbot, who had gone off to 
consult a time table, returned with the informa- 
tion that the first express down in the morning 
left at 9.55. 

" I'll take that too, then, and have the pleas- 
ure of your company, I hope," said Arthur, with 
sudden determination. "Good night," and 
lifting his hat he hurried out into the street. 



" Great Cassar ! " he muttered to himself, as 
he strode rapidly away, he neither knew nor 
cared in what direction. " To think that she 
doesn't know yet ! But she is sure to find out 
this evening, poor girl, and I must do all I can 
to comfort her tomorrow. Now the question 
is where I am to stow myself for the night." 

He had never been in Albany before, except 
to pass through it on his way to Saratoga or 
Lake George, but he was well acquainted with 
the names of the best hotels. He therefore in- 
quired his way to the Delavan House, secured a 
room, and ordered dinner. 

But in what a different frame of mind he sat 
down to this repast to that which he had fondly 
anticipated would be his when planning what 
great things were to be brought about by that 
telegram from Sing Sing ! 

" No proof that Beaver forged that note I" he 
kept repeating to himself. "Father gone? 
What can it all mean ? But there's no use in 
puzzling over it now. I'll know it all long be- 
fore this tomorrow. It is exasperating though, 
to have that Beaver slip through a fellow's 
fingers just as they were ready to close on him. 
After my narrow squeak in trying to land him 
at Sing Sing, too 1" 



was leaving it. Two minutes later Arthur had 
secured a chair next that of his chum's sister. 

" Ail my plans have been upset lately," she 
explained. "Uncle Oscar — Talbot's father — 
expected to go home with me, but day before 
yesterday he was called away on business, and 
Talbot can't leave school. But they don't even 
know where I've been staying at home." 

Arthur could not forbear giving a sudden 
start. This must be the reason why she was 
still in ignorance of that with which all Brooklyn 
was now ringing. 

"Why. surely they know you're in Albany, 
at your Aunt Isabel's. Al told me you were." 

" So I was till three days ago, when I went up 
to stay with my Aunt Harriet through an attack 
of rheumatism she had. She's a dear old lady, 
and lives in the sleepiest little village near Troy. 
They have to drive six miles to the post office, 
and I don't believe a soul in the place ever took 
a daily paper. But it's quite enchanting to get 
out of the whirl like that once in a while, 
though I feel awfully behind hand in news. I 
dare say I've missed at least two letters from 
home. How are they all ? You disappeared so 
like a jack in the box last night that I didn't get 
a chance to ask you. And there you go again." 




York train, which had already begun to move 
out of the station. 

He regained his chair, breathless, but with a 
smile of triumph, which did not escape Agnes's 
sharp eye. 

" Will you please tell me, Arthur Seymour," 
she began, "what you and that brother of mine 
are up to ? I didn't say anything at the time, 
but I noticed the way you crushed that telegram 
up in your hand when I saw Allan's name on 
it. Then the idea of your coming up here and 
wanting to go straight back again, and now 
the mysterious fashion in which, while you are 
sitting looking as sober as a judge, you pop off 
like a flash, and come back looking like a gen- 
eral who has won a battle ! All this means mis- 
chief. Now, sir, ' up and 'fess.'" 

Poor Arthur I His feeling of triumph was 
but short lived. Must he be the one to break 
the awful news ? No, he could not do it, he 
told himself, and just at that moment the train 
boy came in with the cry of " Papers — New 
York papers ! " 

"Oh, Arthur!" exclaimed his companion, 
" I must have one, even if they are yesterday's." 
Before Seymour could decide how to prevent it, 
a daintily gloved hand extracted a nickel from a 
silk purse, and received in 
exchange a copy of the jour- 
nal that Arthur had read the 
morning before. 



ARTHUR AND STEVE NORRINGWAY ASSISTED AGNES TO THE CAB. 



It was after nine o'clock by the time Arthur 
finished his late dinner, and he was quite ready 
for bed. It seemed to him as if he had lived 
days instead of only some twelve hours since he 
had gone down to the breakfast table that 
morning and first learned the exact nature of 
the blow that had struck his friend. Long hours 
he lay awake, going over in his mind the chang- 
ing and exciting scenes of the day, the last 
thing he thought of before becoming uncon- 
scious being the possibility of Agnes's not hav- 
ing heard the truth before he saw her again in 
the morning. 

He slept late, so that it was fortunate the 
station was not far off. 

He purchased a ticket, and hurried out to en- 
gage a drawing room seat. 

" She can't have heard it yet," he thought, 
with a pang, as he caught sight of a pretty 
face, wreathed in smiles, gayly nodding to him 
from a window in the Seneca. 

" I wonder if she's going down alone ?" he 
asked himself. 

He boarded the Seneca just as Talbot Barr 



For Arthur, happening to glance out at the 
station platform, had caught sight of a small, 
flat topped yellow trunk on a pile of baggage 
that a porter was trundling by. 

" Back in a minute," he called to Agnes, 
when he was half way to«the door. 

" It may come in handy some day," he said to 
himself, " to have one more link in the chain 
tracing the whereabouts of this Jekyll-Hyde sort 
of man." 

Springing from the car step he dashed after 
the load of trunks, and breathlessly called out to 
the porter : " Hi there, will you let me see the 
check on that top trunk. I want to be sure " 

The man, thinking some nervous passenger 
was worrying about the railroad company's 
ability to look after its business, turned around, 
and good naturedly paused for an instant. 

Arthur sprang forward, made a foothold for 
his toe among the luggage, and stretching out a 
long arm, caught hold of the piece of metal at- 
tached to the Beaver trunk. 

" Tenbrook Falls," he read, and then was 
forced to spring down and rush for the New 



CHAPTER XV. 

ARTHUR BREAKS THE NEWS. 

" /f\H, come now, Agnes. 
[fH) You don't want to 
Vis/ read, with me here 
to tell you all the 
news. I shall feel quite of- 
fended." 

Arthur had pulled himself 
together with the force of 
desperation, and with pre- 
tended playfulness took the 
paper from the boy while 
Agnes was paying him, and 
concealed it behind his back. 
"Oh, well, if you're ready 
to talk and act more like 
yourself than a Russian 
nihilist hatching some dark 
plot, I'd very much prefer it. 
Now begin and tell me all 
about the Hercules Club en- 
tertainment night before last. 
Did Allan win the trophy 
for you, and was it a great 
success ? " 

Arthur groaned in spirit as 
he listened to these queries, 
and wondered how he could 
summon heart enough to an- 
swer them. 

' ' Yes, of course Al broke 
the record, and. — and the 
affair was a great success," 
he returned, with a vain at- 
tempt at enthusiasm. 

" Now, sir, if you can't do 
better than that, you must 
hand over the paper," ex- 
claimed Agnes, assuming an 
air of indignation. "Any 
reporter could have told me 
that the affair was a great 
success. I believe you got 
that phrase out of this very 
paper. I'm going to see for 
myself," and with a quick 
movement Agnes snatched 
the sheet from behind his 
back. 

Arthur almost stopped 
breathing. Oh, why had he 
not broken the news to her 
gently himself, and not 
allowed it to come to her 
knowledge for the first time 
through the pitiless channel 
of the public prints ? 

But was it yet too late to 
prevent this ? With a wo- 
man's true instincts, she had 
opened the paper to the 
center pages without glanc- 
ing at the first one- — where 
those glaring words, " How- 
ard Trent Arrested," were 
staring Warren in the face — 
and began to run her eye 
rapidly down the column of 
marriages and deaths. 

At this moment Arthur's attention was ar- 
rested by a conversation that was being carried 
on between two gentlemen on the other side of 
the car. 

" Strange case that of Trent's, isn't it ?" said 
one. 

"Very," returned the other. " For my part, 
I think the Nevada governor ought to grant him 
a pardon. His life for the past twenty years 
has certainly been most exemplary." 

" I don't know but I agree with you," re- 
sponded the first speaker. " It does seem as if 
these two decades of honest living ought to out- 
weigh a small forgery of thirty dollars com- 
mitted — " 

But Arthur could stand it no longer. Each 
instant he expected that the full name of her 
father would be spoken in a tone that Agnes 
could not fail to catch. He must try to drown 
the conversation across the aisle by one of his 
own. 

" Oh, Agnes," he began, speaking as fast as 
he could, and as loud as he dared. " 1 hope 



294 



THE GOLDEN ARGOSY. 



NUMBER 379. 



you've studied well on your part in our play. 
You ought to see me go through mine. I tell 
you it's enough to make a Chinaman's cue stand 
on end to hear me bring out my denunciation 
of the villain in the last act. But Tower does 
it beautifully — the villain, I mean, He's got 
such white teeth, and when he gets on that 
false black mustache, and grins diabolically 
through it, he looks just too wickedly wicked 
for anything, as you girls would say. Wonder 
why villains always have such white teeth, come 
to think ? Queer, isn't it ? It would be a good 
plan for the whole company of us to go over to 
New York in a body some night to the Lyceum 
or Daly's to get points and compare notes on 
the spot. Just let me see what's running now," 
and adroitly picking up the paper Agnes had 
dropped, he folded it over to the amusement 
columns and started on a running commentary 
on the various attractions at the metroplitan 
theaters. 

But his heart fairly stood still when Agnes in- 
terrupted him with : 

" What's that about father in the paper, Ar- 
thur ? I thought I saw his name on the front 
page when you turned it over." 

Seymour stopped abruptly, and in the second's 
pause that ensued, these words, spoken by one 
of the two gentlemen across the aisle, were dis- 
tinctly audible : 

" But the most remarkable thing about the 
whole case is the manner in which the man's 
identity was established by the resemblance his 
son bore to Mr. Trent as he was when he com- 
mitted the crime." 

' ' Arthur, what are they talking about ? 
Something has happened at home. You are 
trying to hide it from me." 

The contrast between the voice in which 
Agnes uttered these hurried, whispered queries 
and the one in which she had just spoken was 
one that Arthur never could forget. Wheeling 
about in his chair so as to face the window, he 
drew a long breath that was almost a groan, 
and answered huskily : ' ' You ought to be told, 
and I have been trying to get up courage to tell 
you ever — ever since I found out you didn't 
know. But I want to say first that I don't be- 
lieve the worst part of it. I can never believe 
that your father is anything but a good man, 
terribly misjudged." 

" That sounds as if I were speaking a part in 
the play," Arthur could not help thinking. 
" Oh, I wish I was, I wish I was !" 

Agnes had buried her face in her hands for a 
moment or two. She now lifted it, with all its 
life and color gone, and said ill a voice the 
effort to steady which caused Arthur more pain 
than a break in it would have done, "Tell me 
all the truth. It can't be worse than what I 
have already imagined." 

Then, glossing over the cruel details as best 
he could, Arthur related the facts of the arrest, 
adding his conviction that the man Beaver was 
a villain of the darkest dye. 

"Then that telegram from Allan was about 
this ?" Agnes asked, with that same dumb look 
of suffering on her face which nearly drove Ar- 
thur distracted. 

" If she would only faint or call for smelling 
salts, or fall into some kind of a state that 
would let somebody do something for her !" he 
muttered to himself. 

"Yes," he said in reply to her question, and 
then checked himself as he was about to explain 
why he had pursued Beaver. 

" Poor girl," he reflected. " I must give her 
time to rally from one blow before I tell her of 
the other." 

Meanwhile the train sped onward. At 
Poughkeepsie Arthur dashed into the refresh- 
ment room and brought out some chicken and 
a cup of coffee, of which he vainly tried to in- 
duce his companion to partake. 

" I can't, Arthur ; I wish I could," she mur- 
mured. 

At last New York was reached, and as they 
left the cars Agnes eagerly looked out for 
Allan. 

" I wrote that I was coming on this train 
alone," she said, "so they would be sure to 
meet me." 

But no Allan appeared, nor when they 
emerged on the sidewalk was there any sign of 
Dave and the brougham. 

" Let me get a carriage for you," said 
Arthur. 

" No, no. It will take too long. We can go 
so much quicker by the Elevated." 

So they ascended the stairs and were soon on 
their way to the bridge. 

" They must have written me all about it in 
the letters that I missed by going to Aunt Har- 
riet's," said Agnes, as they drew near the 
house on Columbia Heights some half hour 
later. " Poor mamma I You have spared her 
the hard task of telling me herself, Arthur. I 
know how hard it has been for you, and I will 
never forget it." 

Arthur noticed with surprise that all the 
shades in the house were drawn, and that the 
outer door was closed. 

"To warn off reporters probably," he told 
himself, as he pulled the bell. 

While they were waiting for it to be answered, 
heads appeared at many windows of the houses 
across the street, and poor Agnes shrank be- 
neath the fire of the morbid gaze directed upon 
her. 

"Oh, why don't they come?" she mur- 
mured. 

Arthur gave the bell another vigorous wrench. 
Still no one answered it, and the brilliant sun- 
light shone down pitilessly, throwing into strong 
relief the shrinking girlish figure on the stoop, 



towards which many eyes were now leveled. 
Passers by on the opposite side of the street even 
had the ill manners to linger to watch what 
went on at the home of the " convict broker." 

"Can there be anybody here? It seems as 
silent as the grave," muttered Arthur, as he 
pulled the bell for the third time. 

He tried to conceal from his companion the 
anxiety this strange aspect of things caused him. 
Knowing as he did the full extent of the cala- 
mity that had recently overtaken the Trents, 
he feared the worst. 

Presently a servant came out from a house 
over the way. Crossing the street, she ascended 
the stoop, and addressing herself to Agnes, an 
nounced theatrically : 

" Oh, miss, we do be all so sorry for yez, bu 
they say the sheriff seized upon the property. 
Poor lamb, didn't ye hear of it ! And yer ma 
and all went away in a carriage this mornin', 
an' then a man locked up and went off wid the 
kayes. Och hone !" 

The woman threw up her hands in horror as 
Agnes, her overtasked nerves refusing to bear 
more, swooned away in Arthur's arms. 



CHAPTER XVI. 

A NOTE AND A NEWSPAPER. 

tUN, quick, you blundering creature, 
and get some water," cried Aithur. 
The maid, terrified, flew screaming 
across the street, while Seymour, in- 
spired with a happy recollection of the assort- 
ment of articles girls generally carry in their 
small hand satchels, snatched up the one Agnes 
had just dropped, and after a hasty rummage 
fished out a smelling bottle. 

He made use of this with encouraging results, 
and Agnes had just opened her eyes when an 
insinuating voice broke in with : " Hello, Sey- 
mour, what's all this ? '•' Then, recognizing the 
young lady, the speaker took off his hat and 
went on, making a faintly perceptible pause be- 
fore uttering the proper name : " Oh, Miss — 
Trent, can I be of any assistance ? Let me pull 
the bell for you." 

It was Steve Norringway, on his way home 
from the Polytechnic, and Arthur grated his 
teeth in disgust at the unlucky mischance that 
had sent this fellow of all others to his assistance. 

" It's no use doing that," he said, shortly. 
"There's nobody there. If you could find a 
carriage somewhere it would be of more use." 

By good fortune a hackman who had just left a 
fare up the street, happened to be passing at the 
moment, and his services being called into requi- 
sition, Agnes was half carried, half supported 
to the vehicle, which Arthur ordered should be 
driven to his own home. 

" Much obliged," he forced himself to say to 
Norringway, whom he left standing almost open 
mouthed with amazement, on the curb stone. 

But as at that moment the agitated cook from 
over the way came rushing up to him with the 
glass of water, his curiosity was in a fair way to 
be speedily satisfied. 

As has already been intimated, it was not far 
to the Seymours', and within a quarter of an 
hour from her arrival at her own home to find 
it silent and deserted, Agnes Trent was among 
friends. 

"But what does all this mean, mother?" 
asked Arthur in guarded tones the first moment 
the two were alone together. ' ' Why have the 
Trents vanished from their home in this myste- 
rious fashion ? Can what that servant told us 
be true?" 

" Partly, I suspect. But here is a letter in 
Allan's hand that came for you only an hour 
ago. That may explain matters." 

Arthur threw himself in a chair and eagerly 
broke the seal. The note was a short one and 
ran as lollows : 

New York, March 27. 

Dear Art : — I hardly know how to thank you for 
all you have done for me. Perhaps some day I can 
repay you in part. Meanwhile, the truest service I 
can render you is to drop out of your life until I 
succeed in winning under my new name that which 
society seems inclined to take away from me with 
the loss of my old one. Your affectionate chum, 

Allan Ford. 

For almost three minutes after reading this 
brief letter, Arthur sat and stared at it as though 
it had in a sense petrified him, as in very truth 
it had. 

" Al must have lost his reason, I guess," he 
then broke out. ' ' Read that, mother. Can 
you imagine what the fellow means ? " 

Mrs. Seymour took the note, and when she 
had finished it, replied, half reluctantly : 

" I think he is over sensitive, Arthur. But 
perhaps you haven't read the morning's paper." 

" No. I couldn't get it in Albany of course, 
and after I met Agnes it was the last thing I 
would think of buying. Why, is there anything 
in it that would induce Allan to make this sort 
of an idiot of himself ? " 

"Fie, Arthur, don't be so hard on your 
friend. Remember what a terrible shock this 
has all been to him." 

" Yes, and it's just because I am his friend, 
and his best one, that I call him an idiot for 
supposing I'd want to ' shake ' him when he's 
down. But where's the paper ? " 

" I must go back to Agnes now. I'll send it 
to you by Julia," and Mrs. Seymour hurried off, 
leaving Arthur to stride impatiently up and 
down his room, whither he had retired to wash 
off travel stains and don fresh linen. 

When the paper was handed in to him, he 
flung himself on his lounge and lay still as mar- 
ble while he read the following article, which, 
displayed with the same prominence that marked 



the previous day's sensational announcement, 
occupied the most conspicuous position on the 
front page : 

FRESH DEVELOPMENTS IN THE 
TRENT CASE. 

HAS HOWARD TRENT BEEN UP TO 
HIS OLD TRICKS? 

SUDDEN DISAPPEARANCE OF $200,000. 

A PUZZLING MYSTERY. 

The public has scarcely had time to recover from 
the shock of amazement occasioned it by yesterday's 
announcement of the identity of Howard Trent, the 
well known broker, with one Bertrand Ford, an es- 
caped convict, than a fresh wonder, and this time a 
puzzling one, has to be made known in connection 
with the case. 

Yesterday morning a man presented himself at 
Mr. Trent's office in the Mills Building, bearing an 
order from that gentleman to his clerk, requesting 
the latter to allow the caller free access to the safe, 
as the latter contained some private papers which 
he (Mr. Trent) desired to consult at once. As the 
order was in his employer's handwriting, the book 
keeper had no choice but to comply with the re 
quest, singular as it seemed. It subsequently 
transpired that railroad bonds to the tune of 
$200,000 were the "private papers" extracted. 
This loss made it impossible for the firm to meet 
several notes that fell due yesterday, and the result 
is that it is bankrupt, dragging one or two small 
concerns down with it. 

Tlte question now arises, what could be Mr. 
Trent's object in sending a messenger for the bonds 
which were so important to his business interests 
as at present constituted, unless it was to precipi- 
tate the failure and retain the $200,000 for his own 
use when his term of imprisonment shall have ex- 
pired ? Mr. Trent himself wasremoved, ratherun- 
expectedly, from Raymond Street Jail yesterday 
morning, and is now on his way, under a strong 
guard, to the Placer City penitentiary. So far as 
can be ascertained, the messenger made no attempt 
to communicate with Mr. Trent after securing the 
bonds. In fact he has vanished as completely as a 
patch of snow beneath an April sun. 

Still further to complicate matters, it would 
seem, from the clerk's description of the caller, that 
the latter was none other than Mr. Paul Beaver, 
the man who revealed the identity of Trent to the 
police. He has quitted his boarding house in 
Brooklyn, leaving no address behind him. 

It is supposed that he has succeeded in making 
some deal with Trent regarding the division of the 
$200,000, although just why the ex broker should 
have trusted him with the whole amount is not 
clearly apparent. Indeed, were it not for the in- 
disputable evidence of Mr. Trent's own handwrit- 
ing, this strange partnership would seem beyond 
belief. As it is, any movement towards securing a 
pardon for Trent from the governor of Nevada, 
that may have been taking shape in the minds of 
some of the broker's influential Brooklyn friends 
has been most effectively nipped in the bud. 

" Caesar's ghost, if this isn't a pretty state of 
things ! And to think that after all I was on 
the right track. But " 

Arthur had thrown down the paper and sprung 
up from the lounge with indignation and deter- 
mination written on every feature. Now he 
stopped suddenly in the middle of the room and 
rested his hand on the center table, while the 
color surged into his cheeks. 

"If what the paper hints is true," he thought, 
" and Beaver should really be an agent of Mr. 
Trent's " 

Then, a sudden idea striking him, he gave a 
small sized whoop and rushed towards the bureau. 
Snatching up collar and cuffs, he risked break- 
ing his finger nails by the speed with which he 
attempted to fasten them in place. 

"Great Scott!" he ejaculated under his 
breath. "If I should be right,, what wouldn't 
it mean to the Trents ? I must see Al just as 
soon as possible and find out all I can of the 
particulars of that Placer City forgery. " 

Giving a rapid, final twitch to his necktie, he 
snatched up Allan's note, then threw it down 
again with an exclamation of annoyance. 

" Not the sign of an address ! And what are 
we to tell Agnes ? Where can Mrs. Trent be ? 
I must see Al this very afternoon. Perhaps 
they can tell me where he is over at the office." 

Without waiting to leave word whither he 
was bound, he hurried off and was soon on the 
bridge cars once more. 

The excitement that had possessed him hith- 
erto during the eventful past two days was as 
nothjng to the fever which set all his nerves to 
tingling now. He could scarcely sit still in the 
car, and in order to keep himself occupied took 
out his notebook and scribbled down the name 
" Tenbrook Falls " two or three times on a page. 

" Though there's not much danger of my for- 
getting it," he told himself. 

Then, when he reached New York, he fairly 
ran down Nassau Street, in the direction of the 
Mills Building. 

But here he was destined to receive a check. 
{To be continued.) 



NOT THE SAME. 

A story is told of a Catholic priest in Australia 
whose bishop gave him a horse. To commemo- 
rate the event the priest named the horse " The 
Bishop." Soon after the bishop dined with the 
priest and during the course of the dinner the 
priest's man of all work came in and said in an au- 
dible whisper : " It's a hot day, your reverence, an' 
I was thinkin' it would be a good thing to throw a 
bucket of water on The Bishop." The bishop was 
somewhat startled until matters were explained to 
him. 



THE HAPPI ISLES. 

BY E. S. TUPPER. 

Clear shining through the swimming air, 
Across a stretch of summer seas, 

Far, lofty peaks gleam white and fair, 
The heights of the Hesperides. 

far off peaks ! O happy isles ! 
I sail and sail and long for you, 

And still th' enticing vision smiles 
To lure me o'er the waters blue. 

Below those fair and gleaming heights, 
Ne'er shrouded o'er by drifting snows, 

Lie gardens filled with rare delights, 
And there the golden apple grows, 

1 sail and sail and long for you, 
But never come to your fair seas ; 

Unreached that garden of delights, 
Untrodden the Hesperides. 



{This story commenced in No. 272.] 

Warren Maviland 



THE YOUNG SOLDIER OF FORTUNE. 

By ANNIE ASHMORE, 
Authorof" Who Shalt be the Heir ? "' etc., etc. 



IN AN UNFINISHED STATE. 

' What will you give me for my horse, deacon ?" 
"Why, you've only got the frame up, John; 
when he's done I'll look at him." 



CHAPTER XXII. 

A SUCCESSFUL RUSE. 

" 1^T^ )W let ' s &° ant * consult Mr. Walsing- 

IX?| ham how to escape these would be 

Wji. murderers," whispered Warren to his 

friend, after the last man had tramped 

up the ladder, and Dupont's door had been 

shut at his own request. 

But at this moment they were confronted by 
Julius, the image of supplication and fear. 

" Don't let 'em see me tellin' you, Massa 
Marvin," whispered he, his teeth chattering, 
"but dat debbil Petipas swore to throw me 
overboard 'less I done listened to eberyting you 
say, an' tell him. Oh ! save me 'long wid your- 
selfs, cap'n. Dey kill me, sure 1 " 

"All right, we're willing enough, but you 
must pluck up a spirit, and help us when we 
tell you how," answered Warren. "You must 
pretend to be friendly with them, and show no 
fear. Go along now. You're safe enough at 
present. " 

Setting Julius on guard to sound a signal if 
any of the men entered the saloon, the two boys 
went into Mr. Walsingham's cabin. The sick 
man was desperately weak, but his mind was 
clear ; he had been an attentive listener to the 
interview just held, and warmly congratulated 
Warren on his self possession. 

"Courage and calmness exercise great power 
over the minds of the ignorant," he remarked. 
" These men stand in awe already of your supe- 
riority, and, unless roused, will not dare to rebel 
against your reasonable orders." 

Warren had brought the chart, and Mr. Wal- 
singham was able to calculate pretty nearly the 
present situation of the vessel, and also, 
weather permitting, how long it would take her 
to make the run to the Bahamas, compared 
with the time required to reach Colonsay. 
After earnest discussion of every point, Mr. 
Walsingham disclosed a scheme which he had 
based on the men's ignorance of geography and 
navigation. 

" Colonsay is somewhat more than half way 
to the Bahamas," he said, " but they don't know 
how long it should take us to get to either place, 
so I propose that we make out that we are near- 
ing Abaco, the most northern isle of the Baha- 
mas, when we are six or ten miles from Colon- 
say. To prove that fact we must give the Water 
Sprite sailing qualities such as yacht never had 
before, by clapping on fifty or sixty miles to each 
day's run, and pricking her supposed progress 
on the chart accordingly. As none of them can 
read, we can count every ten miles on the map 
as one, and what with telescoping this long 
coast line to two thirds its actual length, and 
giving the yacht wings, we may hope to hood- 
wink the rascals into working the ship just 
where I want her. Then we'll have our mine 
ready to spring on them. But beware of Du- 
pont ! He doesn't know much, but he's shrewd 
enough to suspect you, and take nothing upon 
trust." 

Some minor points were arranged, and each 
boy was given his part to play ; Warren in his 
management of the yacht, and Sloper in his 
treatment of Dupont, who must be closely 
watched. Then the three allies separated. 

That night Warren smuggled the log line 
down to Mr. Walsingham's cabin, who directed 
him how to trim it to suit their purpose. He 
shortened the distances between the knots, so 
that when the yacht's speed was tried the line 
would spin out more knots in a given time than 
was true, and thus appear to prove that she was 
running several miles more an hour than was 
really the case. 

Next morning Warren took care to drop a 
word or two to Sloper before Petipas about the 
extraordinary sailing powers of the Water 
Sprite, and prophesied a voyage so amazingly 
short, that had the man known anything about 
the matter he must have stared ; then Warren 
seized a moment when most of the crew were on 
deck to order the boatswain, Fontaine, to heave 
the log, giving the glass to Petipas to hold. 
And very much amazed were the pair to dis- 
cover that they were running fifteen knots an 
hour. 

" I thought she was a spanker ! " cried War- 
ren, enthusiastically, "you've only 1o mark her 
perfect lines to see that she can outsail ninety 
nine out of a hundred of her tonnage," and he 



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walked away to let the rascals lay their heads 
together over the phenomenon. 

Julius was soothed and encouraged by his two 
young protectors until he took heart and began 
to play his part of jolly, unsuspicious simpleton 
among the men. He gradually wormed his way 
into their company in the forecastle, till he came 
and went without being noticed. His cue was 
to discover and steal the pistols ; but day by day 
passed and he was still unsuccessful. 

As time went on Mr. Walsingham quickly re- 
covered from his prostration, and had he been 
able to regain his arms as well, he would prob- 
ably have burst upon the astonished Canucks, 
with his allies beside him, and driven them 
back to their duty at the muzzles of three revol- 
vers. But being defenseless he deemed it best 
to wait for the end of the voyage before he took 
the reins of government into his own hands 
again ; especially as the men were miraculously 
quiet and orderly, not daring to break faith with 
their boy captain, in very terror of his power to 
ruin them. 

Dupont had not been so submissive, however. 
He had no sooner got over the effects of the 
poison than he insisted on drinking Mr. Wal- 
singham's liquors, basely given him by Petipas' 
and Fontaine, until fever set in in earnest, and 
he raved and struggled in the wildest delirium, 
frightfully injuring his fractured arm over and 
over again. He would drink, however, in every 
lucid interval, and his treacherous accomplices 
held as much liquor to him as he could swallow. 
Thus day by day passed away. Fine weather 
followed them all the way, and the guilty men, 
sunk in helpless ignorance, did not comprehend 
the snare that was being woven around them. 

At last, about midday of a lovely summer 
day, Warren sighted land through his glass, 
and quietly slipped below to tell Mr. Walsing- 
ham. 

"We are ten or twelve miles off the headland 
of Colonsay," said he, "and a dead calm is 
coming on." 

Mr. Walsingham sprang to his feet with a 
cry of relief. 

"At last I may act a man's part," he ex- 
claimed, "and not hWe behind the bravery of 
a boy. Don't think I grudge you your honors, 
Marvin, for well do you deserve them, but this 
has been a wretched role for me. And now for 
the finale.'' 1 

This denouement, which had been already 
planned, was of necessity more in the nature of 
a stratagem than an onslaught, since Julius had 
not been able to find the revolvers, which were 
probably worn by three of the leading spirits. 
Mr. Walsingham was now perfectly well, al- 
though he had chafed a good deal at his irk- 
some confinement. He began to make every 
preparation necessary for a sudden departure, 
while giving Warren the last details of his 
scheme. 

Warren called Julius and coached him well in 
what he wanted him to say in the forecastle. 
The mulatto had forgotten his first fear of the 
men, and had played his part with more 
and more spirit as the days went on. He 
was soon chattering away at his ease among 
them, dropping now and again one of the ideas 
which Warren hoped they would pick up and 
act upon, unconscious of its source. In this 
roundabout fashion the would be robbers were 
induced to remark how little sport they had on 
board the Watersprite, considering that they 
were the masters, and could eat and drink of 
the best if they had a mind to do so ; also to 
consider the coming calm a fit time to have a 
jollification. When this tempting idea, (ren- 
dered tenfold more fascinating by Julius's de- 
scriptions of the high wines and brandies in 
the saloon,) had found unanimous favor, Julius 
proposed adding his own personal efforts to en- 
hance the festivities by performing a negro min- 
strel part before them, having once earned his 
bread in that distinguished character. 

Not till the whole matter was concluded, and 
enthusiasm at its height, did their boy captain 
announce to them that the ship was now as 
close to Abaco Island as he cared to bring her, 
without hearing the rest of their wishes. 

This was great news, and brought the fellows 
clustering about him, while Petipas plied him 
with eager questions as to their exact where- 
abouts, watching his face suspiciously as he an- 
swered them, as if he hoped to be able to de- 
tect any attempt at double dealing in that 
way. At last Warren had to fetch the chart 
and unroll it on the cabin skylight, to show the 
very spot on which the yacht was now courtsey- 
ing to the dying breeze. 

Petipas ran his dirty thumb nail down the 
imaginary line which purported to be their 
course, till where it ended close to a dot. 

" This is Abaco Island, then, cap'n ?" asked 
he. 

Warren nodded. 

' ' And we can easily row this distance ?" con- 
tinued the Frenchman. 

"Yes, m fair weather," replied Warren; 
' ' but you had better provision the boat well, in 
case of accident. Has the time come when you 
will tell me who are to go and who to stay ?" 

The story they had put him off with, though 
hardly worth setting down, since he did not be- 
lieve it, and it was too childish to interest the 
reader at that point in the narrative, may be 
told now, as it gave Warren an excuse to let 
them go on with their preparations for deserting 
the ship. 

Petipas had asserted that some of them had 
strong reasons for wishing to go to the Bahama 
Islands, while others of them dared not land 
openly there ; therefore these last would quit 
the vacht before she came in sight of the coast, 



and row themselves ashore to some obscure 
place, where they might represent themselves as 
shipwrecked sailors ; while the others would 
sail the yacht to port and leave her there, to 
follow their own private interests. Their ne- 
cessity was to lull Warren's suspicions, so that 
he would render them the service they required 
of him. Now that they believed it rendered, 
Warren was anxious to find out whether they 
meant to keep up appearances to the end, or 
whether they would unmask, and carry out the 
rest of their plot in open defiance. 

Petipas's answer enlightened him. They had 
need of him yet ; he must be propitiated. 

"Yes, captain, the time has come when we 
may trouble you with our humble concerns," 
drawled he, with would be submissiveness, 
" M. Dupont, Fontaine, Manet and I, go in the 
boat ; while the Perouse brothers, Billot and 
the steward, stay to work the ship. Now, cap- 
tain, advise us, what shall we stock the boat 
with, remembering that we may have to camp 
on a barren shore for some time ?" 

And Warren, carefully instructed by Mr. 
Walsingham, ran over such a full list of neces- 
saries that the listeners were delighted, and 
scampered off to begin the labor in high glee. 

Warren went back to Sloper with sparkling 
eyes. 

"They're hard at work for us," he said, 
laughing — " it'sonly fairsince I worked for them. 
All goes well. Julius is a treasure, in spite of 
his lily liver, and I think we shall get them all 
caged and leave them, without a blow being 
struck. " 



CHAPTER XXIII. 
THE CONSPIRATORS' FEAST. 

fOR some time the men made a great noise 
on deck racing to and fro between the 
cuddy and the boat. Julius enchanted 
them by lugging up with his own hands a 
basket of wines from Mr. Walsingham's stores, 
which was packed amid loud acclamations ; but 
when he descended the forecastle ladder with 
another basket of French brandy for the even- 
ing's festivities, the enthusiasm rose to an ex- 
travagant pitch, and the Frenchmen danced and 
capered round him like half a dozen monkeys, 
chanting his praises. 

"An to tink dem debbils means to drownd 
me 'fore de mornin' all de time !" exclaimed the 
mulatto to himself with great disgust. 

The boat provisioned, the captain ordered 
them to snug the ship, as it was important that 
she should have as little way upon her as was 
possible, for the next few hours. The men 
obeyed, but with some grumbling. What did 
they care whether she sank with bare masts or 
with all sails set ? 

As evening fell the last puff of air passed and 
was gone. The sea rolled its billows smooth 
as oil. A golden moon showed its rim far 
across the glassy expanse. Preparations were 
going on briskly in the forecastle for the night's 
enjoyment, which they had only been the more 
bent on when they heard they had reached the 
goal so long wished for. Billot, the cook, had 
been hard at work roasting and boiling all the 
afternoon, and was ready to set forth a banquet 
fit for princes, from Mr. Walsingham's private 
stores ; while Julius had strung his fiddle and 
rosined his bow and got up his histrionic cos- 
tume with great ostentation ; so that all went 
merry as a wedding bell. 

The lamps were just lit below, when Petipas 
and Fontaine came aft to visit Dupont, whom 
they had atrociousb neglected for the past 
three or four days, after dosing him with 
enough liquor to kill an elephant. He was 
worn with fever and sickness, half delirious too ; 
and when they roughly awoke him, he peered 
at them through his inflamed lids, and burst 
into revilings. 

' ' You come at last, traitors ?" he snarled. 
" You abandon me to my enemies, you leave 
me like a rat caught in a "trap — I, the inventor 
of this scheme which is to make you all rich ! 
Base scum that you are, helpless as you deem 
me, I can hold my secret from you if I will. 
Without me you may murder whom you please 
and burn the ship afterwards, but you will not 
find the gold." 

Warren had hurried into the steward's pantry 
and overheard all that was said ; for the ras- 
cals, firmly believing that neither of the lads un- 
derstood their language, and that Julius was on 
their side, (though that did not prevent them 
from intending to betray him,) — took no pre- 
cautions against eavesdroppers. 

" You crow loudly, Monsieur Dupont, con- 
sidering how close your spurs are clipped," 
mocked Petipas. ' ' However, we come not here 
to quarrel, but to demand your secret, for the 
time has come when it must become ours. We 
have arrived — we are twenty miles north of 
Abaco Island, the boat is. packed, and we only 
want the gold, for which we have left a place. 
Haste, where shall we find it ?" 

"Ha! Is this true? We are about to es- 
cape from this wretched prison, haunted by the 
dead?" exclaimed Dupont, struggling to rise, 
but falling helplessly upon his pillow. "Ah, 
misery!" he sighed, "my very life is sapped 
away. I cannot leave my cage of myself. You 
will bear me to the boat first, comrades, and 
then I will speak." 

The two ruffians burst into a taunting laugh. 

" That wouldn't suit us at all," cried Petipas. 
" We want the gold first, then we'll see about: 
the passengers Speak, monsieur — the gold — 
the gold — where is it hidden ? " And by the 
sound which followed he seemed to shake the 
sick man. 



" Wretch, now I am dumb ! " gasped Dupont, 
faintly. " Search as you will, rend Mr. Wal- 
singham's cabin splinter from splinter, and you 
will not find the gold for which you have ruined 
yourselves." 

" All right ; we shall do our best to find it, 
and then we shall go, leaving you to drown with 
the three garcons" returned Petipas, and Fon- 
taine agreed with him. They made as if to 
leave the cabin, and Dupont's shattered nerves 
and guilty fears overwhelmed his courage, 
though not his avarice ; he clung to them in an 
agony of apprehension, imploring them not to 
abandon him, but to waif a day or two longer, 
when he would certainly have strength enough 
to go and get the concealed gold himself. 

They mocked and threatened him by turns, 
until, to Warren's astonishment, he heard him 
trickle out reluctantly the secret of where Mr. 
Walsingham had hidden the box containing the 
gold bricks. The two worthies uttered cries of 
dismay as they listened. 

' ' In the very bed of the dead I Horrible ! 
How were they to enter that terrible chamber — 
to disturb those terrible remains — already de- 
composed, no doubt ! Who could have believed 
Monsieur Walsingham had so much malice as 
to place his treasure there ! " 

But the moment Dupont began to urge delay, 
as before, they calmed their fears, and reminded 
each other that there was no need of perform- 
ing the terrible duty immediately ; after they 
had enjoyed themselves awhile, and drunk them- 
selves brave, they would care nothing for dead 
man or ghost. 

" And the lads, how shall you dispose of 
them ? " asked Dupont, eagerly. 

" There will be a little surprise, no doubt, 
when the last moment comes, and they see us 
all entering the boat, instead of only half of 
us," replied Petipas, complacently. " But what 
can they do ? While they are reviling me on 
deck, Fontaine will be drilling enough auger 
holes below to sink the ship in ten minutes. 
His return will be our signal to leap into the 
boat and off." 

" And I — you swear I shall be in the boat first 
of all ? " cried Dupont, suspiciously. 

They showered assurances upon him, and left 
him ; and Sloper, who was in the saloon, saw 
them wink to each other, and smother their 
laughter ; it seemed too likely that the rascals 
were about to betray their chief. 

The fun began immediately in their own 
quarters. First came the feast, during which 
there was a constant running to and fro of Bil- 
lot, the cook, and his assistant pro tern, Julius, 
between the galley and the forecastle, with 
steaming viands. Then the drinking com- 
menced, and very soon the silent night re- 
sounded to the roars of song and laughter 
which came welling up through the forescuttle. 
At last, well on toward midnight, the classical 
part of the entertainment absorbed the ban- 
queters' attention, and the shrill voice of the 
young mulatto could be heard above the loud 
guffaws and tramping of applauding feet, as he 
sang, played the fiddle, danced on deck and on 
tight rope, cracked his jokes and capered his 
antics, as surely never mountebank played his 
part before ! 

CHAPTER XXIV. 

OUTWITTED. 

EANTIME, above the heads of the ca- 
rousers, the decks lay white as snow 
in the moonlight ; the tapering, well 
trimmed masts cast shadows that 
scarcely swayed, so gently the ocean rose and 
fell in long, smooth rollers, flecked with phos- 
phorescent glimmerings. All was quiet as three 
figures emerged from the companionway and 
crossed to the boat, which hung all ready to be 
lowered. 

Mr. Walsingham carried a small leather cov- 
ered box in his arms, and as he reached the rail, 
and looked around the moonlit horizon and over 
the undulating ocean, he drew a long breath of 
delight. 

"I wonder how I bore imprisonment so long !" 
murmured he. " The rascals shall have their 
turn now." 

He carefully stowed away the box in the boat, 
and Sloper and Warren, who were laden with 
wraps and other necessaries, did likewise with 
their burdens. Then the three gathered about 
the forescuttle. 

All held mallets in their hands, and each had 
some long spike nails ready — Julius had ab- 
stracted these articles from the carpenter's chest 
—besides a hatchet, which Mr. Walsingham re- 
served for his own use, should hostilities arise. 

The latter made sure that the sliding hatches 
of the scuttle ran freely, then gave Warren the 
signal. 

"Steward!" shouted the boy captain. "Stew- 
ard ! Wanted here." 

The noise scarcely stopped a moment, then 
roared on again ; and Julius bounded up the 
ladder. He was in his minstrel costume, with 
preposterous collars and long tailed coat, and 
ludicrous he looked, as, catching sight of Mr. 
Walsingham, his mouth fell open and his eyes 
started from their sockets in superstitious won- 
der. 

"Off to the boat, boy, and defend yourself 
if you're attacked, with that," said Mr. Wal- 
singham, thrusting a brass belaying pin into his 
nerveless hand ; then the two boys drove to the 
hatches, bolted them outside, and began to 
hammer in the spikes, assisted by Mr. Walsing- 
ham, and with such accuracy that the three 
mallets sounded as one. 

Then, indeed, the uproar stopped below. 



There was a brief, stupid silenco, while the 
drunken men tried to collect their reasoning 
powers. The next instant a yell burst forth as 
if from the throats of half a dozen furious 
tigers, and up they came, crowding and jostling 
each other, and tried to open the hatches, but 
failing to move them a hairsbreadth, broke into 
mad roars and execrations, and thundered with 
their fists on the panels, in futile rage. 

Not one word was spoken by the assailants 
until the prisoners were secured. Then War- 
ren called out : 

"You need not waste your time or strength 
trying to get out ; we have been preparing the 
trap for you a long while. Good by, you treach- 
erous scoundrels ; scuttle the vessel how if you 
dare" 

Mr. Walsingham led the way to the boat, and 
they lowered it with the mulatto's aid, though 
he still eyed the resurrected captain askance, as 
if suspicious that the boys had called in the aid 
of his spook. Meanwhile the Frenchmen out- 
vied one another in pouring anathemas on the 
heads of their captors. 

Just as the boat reached the water an un- 
earthly cry sounded aft, and Dupont staggered 
towards them, half dressed, his broken arm 
dangling in its splinters at his side, a horrible 
sight as he stumbled and groped blindly to find 
his way. He thought his accomplices were es- 
caping without him, having possessed them- 
selves of the gold ; and rage and fear had 
nerved him to achieve an act that would have 
been impossible to him an hour ago. 

"Traitors! Robbers! Would you deseit 
me, your chief — the very maker of the scheme 
which enriches you all ? " he howled, as he 
threw himself upon Mr. Walsingham, against 
whom he had stumbled. Mr. Walsingham tore 
himself from his clutch, and, holding him at 
arm's length, exclaimed, in a loud voice : 

" Do you recognize me, man ? " 

Dupont started and trembled. Bending for- 
ward, he strove to make out the speaker's fea- 
tures, holding open his almost paralyzed eyelids 
with his fingers. Then by the rich light of the 
Southern moon he descried the face of the man 
he believed he had murdered. 

He uttered a frightful scream. The impris- 
oned crew ceased their tumult to listen. 

" It is Captain Walsingham's spirit ! " yelled 
the distracted mate, staggering backward till 
the opposite rail brought him up ; then he fell 
on his knees half senseless. 

In petrified silence the crew seemed to await 
an explanation, and Mr. Walsingham shouted : 

"Yes, you treacherous dogs, I am here, alive 
and well, and bound to bring the last one of 
you to justice for your attempt upon my life. 
You are my prisoners, and such you shall re- 
main till I hand you over to the police. " 

A babel of cries and entreaties burst forth 
from the astonished dupes. He paid no heed 
to them, however, but sent the three youths 
into the boat, and swung himself down after 
them. He had cast off the painter, when Du- 
pont, who had probably lapsed into temporary 
insanity by the shock he had received, crept 
across the deck and bent over the rail, stretch- 
ing his hand toward the boat, with the fingers 
working convulsively, while he sobbed out in 
wild entreaty : 

"Give me back my gold 1 It is mine — I 
bought it with a man's life — I bought it with my 
soul ! It is mine — doubly, eternally mine ! 
Give me back my gold ! " 

But the boat moved inexorably away. A 
dark shape outlined on the silvery water, bear- 
ing away forever the price of his soul — his very 
life ! It was too much ; the last frail barrier 
betwixt reason and madness was overthrown in 
that moment of insupportable disappointment ; 
with a last hoarse, choking cry, the guilty man 
leaped upon the rail, and tottered there, still 
madly beckoning the gold back to him, then 
plunged into the sea, perhaps meaning to swim 
after it. 

"Back, boys, back!" shouted Mr. Walsing- 
ham, horrified at the spectacle they had seen, 
and they rowed hard for the scarcely moving 
yacht ; but Dupont had gone down like a bul- 
let, and if he ever reached the surface again his 
struggles must have sunk him instantly ; and in 
the shadow under the vessel he remained invisi- 
ble. 

They waited about the spot and watched in 
vain. He was never again seen by mortal eye. 

And thus perished Dupont, the direct victim 
of his own crime, of which Heaven held hint 
as guilty as if he had succeeded in perpetrating it. 

The next instant a vicious fusillade of revol- 
ver shots burst upon the retreating boat from 
the forecastle porthole. 

(To be continued.) 



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The latest projected attempt to reach the 
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The proposed universal language, Volapuk, 
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and< Munsey's Popular Series, each for one 
year. 



SLEEP RACING. 

We had fondly imagined that these " go as 
you please ".matches had reached their absurd- 
est limits with quail eating contests. But it 
seems there are still deeper depths. 

Sleeping races are the latest folly born of this 
craze for " beating the record." 

However, there is a grain of hope in this 
direction. From the very nature of the case 
such a contest must possess very little of the 
exciting bustle that attends walking matches 
and the like. Spectators will naturally grow 
restive, will be unable to refrain from talking in 
their natural tones, and will thus break up the 
match by awakening the contestants. 

We may therefore be spared the natural out- 
come of a sleeping competition — a snoring one. 



THE ARGOSY IN THE SCHOOLS. 

Our paper is not only a source of pleasure to 
its readers, but is capable of being made a use- 
ful adjunct to their education as well. Witness 
the first of the letters printed below. 

1812 Oak St., Kansas City, Mo., Feb. 24, 1888. 

About a year ago the Kansas City school board 
gave the teachers permission to change the reading 
lessons from the readers to newspapers or anything 
they thought proper. Most of the teachers objected 
to the daily papers for the reasons mentioned in 
your editorial " Unhealthy Journalism," in No. 274. 
Being well acquainted with all the teachers in one 
of the ward schools, I purchased several copies of 
The Golden Argosy and gave each teacher one. 
That was nine months ago ; now nearly all the 
reading lessons are from The Golden Argosy, and 
not only in that school, but in nearly all the other 
schools in the city. One of the principals, in allud- 
ing to the change, said that The Golden Argosy 
was just the paper that every boy and girl should 
read. It is not necessary for me to say anything 
more ; the facts mentioned speak for themselves. 
Charles L. Shannon. 
Chambersburg, Pa., March 1, 1888. 

I read a good many papers, but none is awaited 
with more interest than The Golden Argosy. I 
consider it the best of its kind published. It is neat 
and clean in typographical appearance and general 
"make up." Your writers are among the most 
widely known, and the stories are just the sort to 
interest and instruct the person who reads them. 
Herbert C. Foi.tz. 




HON. FRAN 
From ft photograph by C. 



FRANK HISCOCK, 

United States Senator from Xew York, 

It used to be said that while the Southern 
States sent to the Senate at Washington their 
most distinguished statesmen and most bril- 
liant orators, some of the Northern States were 
represented in that august body by men chosen 
rather from motives of political expediency 
than on account of any high qualifications they 
possessed. 

This, however, is not the case at the present 
time. Among the Northern Senators are to be 
found many legislators who need not fear a 
comparison even with the great names that 
have adorned the past history of the national 
council. Nor is any State better represented 
than the great Empire State of 'New York. 
Both of her Senators, apart from mere partisan 
prejudices, are 
men who com- 
mand general 
respect and re- 
gard . One is 
a veteran states- 
m an , who 
achieved politi- 
cal eminence a 
score of years 
ago; while his 
lately elected col- 
league, who is 
still in the prime 
of life, has served 
with distinction 
for ten years in 
the House of j 

Representatives, vi- 
and is one of the >3 
ablest and most . 
popular m e m - 
bersof his party. 
I ndeed at this 
time, when the 
Republican 
leaders are seek- 
ing for a Presi- 
d en t i al candi- 
date who could 
obtain the elec- 
toral votes of New York, the name of Frank 
Hiscock is not infrequently mentioned in con- 
nection with the highest political honors. 

He was born at Pompey, Onondaga County, 
New York, on the 6th of September, 1834. 
He received a common school education, then 
studied law, and was admitted to the bar in his 
twenty first year. 

He began to practice his profession at Tully, 
a small town not far from his birthplace, and it 
was not long before he made his mark. In 
i860 he was elected District Attorney of Onon- 
daga County. 

His foot having once been planted on the lad- 
der of political promotion, his rise was steady. 
He served three years as District attorney, and 
in 1867 he was a member of the New York 
State constitutional convention. 

The next noteworthy epoch in his life was 
his first entrance into Congress in 1876, when 
he was chosen to represent the Twenty Fifth 
District of New York, consisting of Cortland 
and Onondaga Counties. He served continu- 
ously in the Forty Fifth, Forty Sixth, Forty 
Seventh, Forty Eighth, and Forty Ninth Con- 
gresses. 

His record in the House was a good one, and 
he was soon recognized as a leader among the 
Republicans. He was at different times a mem- 
ber of the Committee on Ways and Means, and 
chairman of the Committee on Appropriations. 
He also served on the committee which went 
down the Mississippi to investigate the work 
done by the commission appointed to execute 
improvements in that river. It is said to have 
been his ambition to be nominated for the speak- 
ership of the House. This honor he never se- 
cured, but the failure was more than compen- 
sated by his election in 1887 to represent New 
York in the Senate. 

Mr. Hiscock is somewhat languid in manner, 
and deliberate in speech and movement. His 
critics have termed him lethargic; but behind 
this apparent indolence lies a vast reserve fund 
of energy and vigor. He has a round, full 
voice, and is a good speaker, though not elo- 
quent in the highest sense of the word. He is 
both a scholar and a man of the world, being 



at once well informed" and gifted with excellent 
practical abilities. He is cautious and conserva- 
tive in action, and more ready to avoid than to 
provoke a partisan struggle. 

While these qualities are less suitable for a 
leader in the House of Representatives than the 
fiery and restless activity of a man like Con- 
gressman Reed of Maine, they render Mr. His- 
cock eminently fitted for the serener atmosphere 
of the Senate Chamber. 

Mr. Hiscock's personal appearance well sup- 
ports his senatorial dignity. He is fully six 
feet in height, with broad shoulders, deep 
chest, and a very erect carriage. A Washing- 
ton correspondent who delights in such details 
remarks that his distinguished colleag'ue, Mr. 
Evarts, would be lost inside the junior Senator's 
coat. His head is large, his features strongly 
marked, and 
framed in a pro- 
sSsSN, fusion of thick, 

& ' , wavy, iron gray 

hair. He wears 
a short beard of 
the same hue, 
but his upper lip 
is shaven. A 
dark complex- 
ion, blue eyes, a 
broad but low 
forehead, and 
iji; prominent cheek 

bones complete 
his physiogno- 
, my. 

While at the 
Jjllfll; capital, the Sen- 
f|||p! ator lives at the 
H|||;::: Arlington Hotel. 

|f*§s His home is in 

||||||||to" Syracuse, New 

l|||lfe^it York. He mar- 

ried an heiress, 
and has a com- 
:: -" fortable private 

fortune. 

K uncock. Senator Hi s- 

M. Hell, Wa.hiiigton, I>. C. c Q c k snines in 

society, and is a 
gracious entertainer. He is a skillful billiard 
player, and among his favorite amusements 
may be mentioned " camping out." It is said 
that his friends in Washington would hardly 
know him if they met him on a summer's day 
in the Adirondacks, returning from a deer stalk- 
ing expedition loaded with the hunter's equip- 
ments and the trophies of the chase. 

R. H. Titherinoton. 



A BIRTHDAY WISH. 

Halt at the milestones ; 

Deck them with flowers ; 
Twine a thought round them 

To gladden the hours. 
Memory will store them 

To place on her shrine, 
With hope for the future, 

And joy that's divine. 
There, in life's autumn, 

When pleasures are few, 
Will lie the sweet garland 

In waiting for you. 



GOLDEN THOUGHTS. 

A propensity to hope and joy is real riches ; one 
to fear and sorrow real povery. — Hume. 

The more originality you have in yourselves, the 
more you see in other people. — Pascal. 

He that lives alone, lives in danger; society 
avoids many dangers. — Marcus A urelius. 

Enthusiasm is the genius of sincerity, and truth 
accomplishes no victories without it. — Bulwer 
Lytton. 

Much learning shows how little mortals know ; 
much wealth how little worldlings enjoy. — E. 
Young. 

I am no herald to inquire of men's pedigrees ; it 
sufficeth me if I know of their virtues.— Sir P. 
Sidney. 

Conquering 
May prove as lordly and complete a thing 
In lifting upward as in crushing low. 

— E. B. Browning. 
If aught be worse than failure from overstress 

Of a life's purpose, 
It is to sit down content with a little success. 

■ — Owen Meredith. 
Government mitigates the inequality of power, 
and makes an innocent man, though of the lowest 
rank, a match for the mightiest of his fellow sub- 
jects. — Addisen. 

Let us be men with men, and always children 
before God ; for in His eyes we are but children. 
Old age itself, in the presence of eternity, is but the 
first moment of a morning.— Joubert. 

What causes such a miscalculation in the amount 
of gratitude which men expect for the favors they 
have done, is that the pride of the giver and that 
of the receiver can never agree as to the value of 
the benefit.— I, a Rochefoucauld. 



AHKIL 7, 1S8S. 



THE GOLDEN ARGOSY. 



29^ 



.NATURE'S CHAKMS. 

BY LOKD BVRON. 

Who can view the ripened rose, nor seek 

To wear it? Who can curiously behold 

The smoothness and the sheen of beauty's cheek, 

Nor feel the heart can never all grow old ? 



THE 



GaskeUofeDianioijds, 



HOPE EVERTON'S INHERITANCE. 

BY (JAYLK WINTERTOIN. 



CHAPTER V. 

A BIT OF EVIDENCE. 

i^iHE little family, suddenly elevated to the 
visa highest pinnacle of rejoicing, were as 
J^ suddenly precipitated into the deepest 

depths of despair. 
Captain Ringboom seemed to be the greatest 
sufferer ; at least he was the most violent in his 
demonstrations. 

He blamed himself solely for the loss of the 
treasure, though it was really no more his fault 
than that of the landlady. 

11 1 have lived in vain, for the greatest mission 
of my lifetime has been a failure 1 " gasped he, 
his heavy chest heaving with emotion. 

" It was no more your fault than it was mine, 
my friend," interposed Mrs. Everton, moved by 
the deep feeling of her guest. " Though the 
coming of the treasure made us all happy, I for- 
got all about it when we went down to lunch." 

u I have watched over that box as though it 
had been my only child since it was committed 
to my care by my friend ; and now my careless- 
ness for a moment has deprived the only child 
of my friend of the fortune that belonged to 
her. I shall never forgive myself for this crime," 
groaned the captain. 

" But 1 forgive you," added Mrs. Everton, 
taking the hand of the captain, and doing her 
best to try to comfort him. 

"And I forgive you, Captain Ringboom," 
added Hope, with a smile that ought to have 
brought peace to his troubled spirit. 

" I don't deserve your forgiveness, either of 
you," replied the shipmaster, apparently re- 
lieved for the moment. 

" I don't see that anybody has been to blame, 
for all meant well. We were all careless," 
interposed Rowly. "But it is no use to groan 
over it. What is to be done about it ? The 
diamonds may yet be re- 
covered." 

" We shall never see 
one of them again," 
sighed the captain, look- 
ing into the bright eyes 
of the young man in 
search of hope. "The 
widow Everton tells me 
that the mortgage on her 
house is to be foreclosed, 
and her furniture attached 
for the interest. I brought 
salvation to her as well as 
to Hope in ridding herself 
of this young puppy. Now 
all is lost 1 " 

" I don't think so," pro- 
tested Rowly. 

" Perhaps not, for I will 
do all I can to stave off 
the malice of this Colonel 
Sinnerton. I have saved 
up something of my own, 
and I will stand between 
the widow and any harm 
that may come to her." 

This resolution seemed 
to comfort the honest man 
more than anything else, 
and he became calm. 

"I think we shall get 
the diamonds again," 
said Rowly, who had kept 
up a tremendous thinking 
since the discovery of the 
loss. 

" I don't believe there 
is one chance in a hun- 
dred of our ever seeing THE 
one of them again," add- 
ed the captain. "It is a 

big haul for the thief, and he will take care to 
cover his tracks. He will leave for London or 
Paris, where there is a better market for such 
gems than on this side of the ocean." 

" You don't suppose any ordinary thief has 
taken them, do you ?" asked Rowly. 

" Ordinary or uncommon, some one has 
taken them. The rascal must have come into 
the house while we were down stairs, and carried 
off the box. He may have followed me, believ- 
ing I had something of great value in the box 
from the care I took of it." 

" It was not taken by any such fellow," added 
Rowly, with so much decision that the captain 
and the landlady were startled by it. 

" You seem to have an opinion of your own 
about it, my hearty," said Captain Ringboom. 

" I have a very decided opinion," replied 
Rowly. 

" Reel it off, my lad," continued the ship- 
master, beginning to be a little excited over the 
question. 

"I believe that Rush Sinnerton took the 
diamonds," said Rowly, in a very earnest tone. 
" The young cub that insulted Hope ? "• 



"Yes, sir." 

"But he went away two hours ago," sug- 
gested Mrs. Everton. " The box was on the 
table half an hour ago." 

" If Rush went away, he came back again," 
replied Rowly, warmly. 

" What makes you think Rush took the box, 
my lad ? " asked the captain. 

" He and his father were in this room when 
you told what was in the box. They heard you ; 
and they were the only persons who knew any- 
thing about the diamonds." 

" But Colonel Sinnerton is a wealthy man, 
and his son could have no motive for stealing 
the treasure," suggested Mrs. Everton. 

" I think he has a big motive," argued Rowly. 
" His father was going to drive you out of your 
house to punish you 
for making Rush give 
up his room. I think 
both father and son 
mean to ruin you if 
they can. The dia- 
monds came in to 
block their way to this 
revenge, and Rush de- 
cided to get them out 
of the way." 

" But they left long 
ago." 

" I heard a noise in 
the hall when I went 
out for Hope ; I did 
not think anything of 
it at the time, but it 
looks to me now just 
as though Rush might 
have been in the house 
the time. He 



It was time for him to go to the store, and he 
went there. He was busily employed all the 
afternoon ; but when he went home to supper 
the newspaper boys in the streets were crying 
the "Great Diamond Robbery." 

He bought a paper, and read the account of 
the affair to his mother. The value of the 
treasure stolen was not given in figures, either 
because Captain Ringboom had not mentioned 
the amount, or because the officers doubted the 
truth of the statement made to them. 

After supper he went to the house of Mrs. 
Everton before he took his evening nap, for he 
was to sleep at the store every night that week. 

Captain Ringboom had taken the room va- 
cated that afternoon by Rush Sinnerton. He 
seemed to be quite at home in the little familv, 




"You are right, sir ; this mark was nevei 
made by the heel of your shoe," added Rowly, 
as he rose from the floor. 

Seating himself by the side of the shipmas- 
ter, he compared the imprint with the heel of 
one of his own shoes. The nails came nowhere 
near fitting the holes in the paper. 

" I found this paper close to the table where 
you dropped it," continued Rowly, somewhat 
excited by the argument he was using. "No 
one with such a heel to his boot or shoe but you 
and I went near the table while the box was on 
it. Both Rush and his father left the parlor 
without going near the table." 

" Well, what does all that prove ? " asked the 
captain. 

" It proves that the mark on the paper was 
made by some person who went to the table 
while we were at lunch." 

" I should say you were right." 

"And in my opinion this mark on the paper 
was made by the person who stole the dia- 
monds," added Rowly, with more earnestness. 

" And you believe that Rush Sinnerton was 
the one who stole them ?" inquired the captain. 

" That is my theory." 

" 1 will see the detectives about it tomorrow 
morning," replied Captain Ringboom. 

Rowly put the paper into his pocket, and took 
his leave. 



LISTENER MEASURED HIS LENGTH ON THE FLOOR, 
OCCUPANTS OF THE ROOM. 



T O THE AMAZEMENT OF THE 



watched his opportunity till we went down into 
the dining room, and then took the box." 

"Then we ought to apply to the police at 
once," said the landlady. 

Captain Ringboom volunteered to attend to the 
duty of informing the police of the robbery, and 
he left the house for this purpose. Rowly took 
his hat to go to the store, while Hope and her 
mother went to the back parlor. 

A piece of white paper had been lying on the 
floor most of the forenoon, and Rowly picked 
it up after he was ready to go. 

One side of it was soiled, but the other was 
entirely clean. It was the paper in which the 
captain had wrapped the photograph of the 
child Hope. 

On it was very clearly impressed the print of 
the heel of a boot or shoe ; or at least it bore 
the semicircular marks of the nails as arranged 
in the heel. 

Without saying anything about it, Rowly put 
the paper into his pocket, and left the house. 
He was not yet clear that the marks on the 
paper had any bearing on the robberv, and he 
had no time to consider the subject. 



and Hope was already on the best of terms with 
him. 

Colonel Sinnerton had already executed his 
threats, and a keeper of the furniture had been 
put in charge of the property ; but the worthy 
shipmaster had given bonds for the payment of 
the debt, and the man had been sent away. He 
had also found one of his wealthy owners who 
was willing and even glad to take the mortgage 
on the house the next day. 

Rush had taken away his trunk and books 
without even saying good by to the landlady, 
for the captain had been in the house at the 
time, and he was an all sufficient protector for 
Hope and her mother. 

Rowly showed the paper he had found on the 
floor to the captain. 

" I don't think that amounts to anything, my 
lad," he replied. 

"Will you hold up the heel of one of your 
boots, if you please?" continued Rowly, as he 
dropped on his knees in front of the captain. 

"The heel of my shoe is twice as big as that 
half circle," said he, laughing, as he complied 
with the request. 



CHAPTER VI. 

THE OPERATOR ON THE LADDER. 

•p^OWLY PARKWAY went home at 
u|f about seven in the evening. He went 
X@\ to his little chamber over the hall, and, 
in spite of the excitement of the day, he 
was asleep in fifteen minutes. 

The jewelry establish- 
ment of Messrs. Brillyant 
& Co. was one of the larg- 
est, if not the very largest, 
in the city of New York. 
The house bought and sold 
diamonds on a larger scale 
than any other. 

The large force of clerks, 
porters, and others, were 
arranged so as to afford 
the fullest protection to the 
immense stock carried by 
the firm. Two of the em- 
ployees were required to 
spend the night there, 
though one of them was 
allowed to sleep, while the 
other visited every part of 
the store and basement 
once in each half hour. 

Patent registers, record- 
ing each visit of the one 
on watch, were placed in 
various parts of the pre- 
mises to inform the firm 
the next day if the vigil had 
been faithfully kept. Wires 
connected the store with 
the nearest precinct of the 
police, so that assistance 
could be instantly called. 

But in spite of all these 
precautions, several at- 
tempts had been made to 
effect an entrance to the 
store. None but the most 
reliable of the employees 
of the establishment were 
intrusted with the duty of 
keeping the watch. 

Though Rowly was the 
youngest person to whom 
this duty had been as- 
signed, he had proved him- 
self to be one of the most 
faithful and serviceable by 
his intelligence as well as 
his watchfulness. Fortune 
had favored him in his 
desire to make himself worthy of the confidence 
of his employers, and he had been the means of 
defeating an attempt to break into the store. 

The head of the firm had declared that he 
would trust Rowly with the entire care of the 
property, so far as his honesty and good judg- 
ment were concerned. 

Just before ten Mrs. Parkway called her son, 
and he left the house. In five minutes more he 
was at the store. 

Two clerks remained till ten, when the two 
who were to spend the night there relieved them. 
The clock had not yet struck ten when he 
arrived, and he thought he would take a look at 
the rear of the premises, from which a door 
opened upon a narrow street. 

In this place he had prevented a break on a 
former occasion. Two pairs of heavy doors, 
armed with iron plates, protected the only en- 
trance from the street. But at least ten feet 
above the ground were four windows, not more 
than three feet high, by which the back part of 
the store was lighted. 

When Rowly came in sight of the back of 
the store, he was not a little startled to see a 
ladder resting against the wall under ont of 
these windows. 

He stopped short, and retreated close to the 
wall, so that he could not be seen if there was 
anybody there to see him. He was sure the 
ladder had not been there when he went home 
to supper,! for he had left by the back door. 

Against the blank wall, on either side of the 
doubie door, were piles of boxes and cases, in 
which goods had been brought to the store. 
Keeping close to this row of cases, Rowly made 
his way in the darkness to the foot of the lad- 



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THE GOLDEN ARGOSY. 



number am 



der. Then he discovered that there was a ma» 
on the ladder who appeared to be at work on 
the sash of the window. 

At the foot of the ladder he stumbled over 
what proved on examination to be a pair of 
congress boots. He picked them up, and tossed 
them into a box near him. 

The man on the ladder heard the slight noise 
he made, and suspended operations. It was so 
dark in the gloom of the narrow street — for 
there was no lamp near the spot — that the ob- 
server could not make out what the man was 
doing. 

Rowly retreated noiselessly a few paces, and 
secured a position where he could best see what 
the fellow was about. While he was trying to 
peer through the deep darkness, he heard foot- 
steps in the back street. He crawled into a box 
which had been placed with the open side out, 
though most of them had covers. 

The sound of the steps came nearer to him, 
and he almost held his breath so that he 'should 
not reveal his presence. 

" All right, Silky," said a voice near him ; 
and Rowly knew that it was the passer by who 
had spoken. " No one anywhere near us." 

" I don't believe I can get this sash out," ad- 
ded the man on the ladder. 

Rowly did not believe he could, either, for it 
was strongly fastened in its place on the inside. 

"You must hurry up, for we should go in 
when they change the watch at ten o'clock," re- 
plied the one on the ground. "Can't you cut 
out the glass ? " 

" That is what I am trying to do now ; but 
my diamond don't work well, and makes a 
noise." 

" Is the pane big enough to let you in if you 
get the glass out ? " asked the man below. 

" Plenty big enough, or for you either," an- 
swered the one on the ladder. ' ' Don't stop 
there any longer, Blooks." 

Blooks, as the listener understood the name, 
resumed his walk, and passed the box where 
Rowly was concealed. 

If the young clerk had had anv doubt before 
he had none now in regard to the intention of 
the operator. 

Leaving his hiding place, he crept for some 
distance in the opposite direction from that 
taken by the "pal," and then changed his mode 
of operations. 

" We won't go home till morning," he sang, 
in a boozy tone, though not loud enough to be 
heard at any great distance. He reeled so that 
it took the whole width of the street for his 
passage, and when he came to the ladder, he 
staggered against it with force enough to knock 
it over. 

The man upon it tumbled over the boxes, and 
came to the pavement, his fall making noise 
enough to attract the attention of the clerks in 
the store. 

Silky, as Blooks had called him, picked him- 
self up, and Rowly reeled off a short distance 
away. He saw that the fellow was feeling 
about on the pavement for his boots. He did 
not find them, and the noise made by the men 
inside of the store, as they began to unbar the 
back doors, alarmed him, and he suddenly took 
to flight in his stocking feet. 

Rowly heard the steps of the pal, and he did 
not care to meet him. The operator on the 
ladder had gone the other way, and he followed 
him at the top of his speed. 

In fact, he wanted to make the acquaintance 
of Mr. Silky. 

The robber was a nimble fellow in the use of 
his feet, and he gave his pursuer all he wanted 
to do to keep in sight of him, to say nothing of 
overtaking him. 

But Silky evidently realized that his rapid 
movements subjected him to suspicion in Broad- 
way, where he led his pursuer, and he turned 
into another street. 

His feet plainly suffered for the want of his 
boots, and he relaxed his speed, so that the pur- 
suer had no trouble in keeping near him. He 
seemed to have hurt himself, for he favored his 
right leg. 

Rowly was so intent on watching the fellow 
that he paid little attention to the route he had 
taken. 

Suddenly the robber halted and looked around 
him and behind him. Then he rushed into a 
dwelling house, and disappeared from the sight 
of his pursuer. 

Possibly he opened the door with a night key, 
though he had scarcely paused long enough to 
do so ; at any rate, he left it ajar when he en- 
tered. 

Perhaps Rowly was imprudent, but when he 
saw that the door was not fastened, he entered 
the house. 

It had been a princely mansion in its better 
days, and it was very large. It now appeared 
to have degenerated into a lodging house. 

Rowly did not stop a moment in the lower 
hall, but followed his man to the third floor. 
Just before he reached this part of the building, 
he heard voices above him, and he halted to 
listen. 

In one of the speakers he recognized the voice 
•f Rush Sinnerton, and went up a few steps 
higher. 



CHAPTER VII. 
THE HEELS OF RUSH SINNERTON'S BOOTS. 

" T|S that you, Gunnywood ?" asked Rush, as 
E he approached the man Rowly had fol- 
C lowed. 

The pursuer thought it was not Gun- 
nywood, but Silky ; but he knew that such peo- 
ple had as many names as a Spanish prince. 



" You here, Rush ? " returned Silky, rather 
coldly, as though he did not care to be inter- 
viewed at that moment. 

" Of course I am here ; I moved into the next 
room to yours this afternoon," replied Rush, 
who seemed to be more rejoiced to see his friend 
than his friend did to see him. "I have been 
looking for you ever since four o'clock." 

" I have been out of town all the evening," 
added Silky. 

This statement was what the listener termed 
a lie, though such skips of the truth are not 
always called by such a harsh term. 

The lie was not particularly astonishing ; but 
Rowly was not a little surprised to learn that 
the student preparing for Columbia College was 
intimate with such characters as Silky. 

" I thought you must be away. I haven't 
seen you for nearly a week, and I came over 
to look for you last evening," added Rush. 

" I was at a party last night till midnight," 
replied Silky, opening the door of his room, 
" I am tired out now, and I will see you in the 
morning." 

" But I have to go to the academy before you 
get up in the morning ; and I want to see you 
for five minutes tonight," persisted Rush, as he 
followed his friend into his chamber. 

Rowly had ascended the stairs so that his 
head was on a level with the floor above him, 
and he could see that the student wore a pair of 
slippers and had left the door of his own room 
open. 

He was very anxious to know the subject of 
the conversation in Silky's room ; but he was 
even more interested just then in the heels of 
Rush's shoes or boots, whichever he wore. 

He ascended to the entry, from which the 
doors of four rooms opened. That of Rush was 
in the rear, and next to it was Silky's. 

As the door of the student's room was wide 
open, there was nothing to prevent him from 
taking a more particular look inside of it. With- 
out considering the peril he incurred, though he 
was usually very prudent in his movements, he 
entered the apartment. 

The chamber was lighted, and a gas burner 
blazed freely above a table on which was an 
open book. On the hearth, in front of the 
grate, was a pair of button boots, and a pair of 
low cut shoes ; and these were exactly what 
Rowly was eager to examine. 

He took from his pocket the paper on which 
were imprinted the marks of the heel. 

Perhaps Rowly had not a judicial mind, 
which decides the case only after examining the 
evidence ; for he had been convinced from the 
beginning that Rush had stolen the diamonds, 
either with or without the knowledge and con- 
sent of his father. 

He felt perfectly sure that he should find a 
heel on his boots that would exactly fit the im- 
pression on the paper. 

He had considered what he should do when 
his belief was fully confirmed by the evidence 
now within his reach ; it might be stealing, but 
he had decided to carry the boot off with him, 
and have Captain Ringboom present it to the 
police, with the paper on which the heel had 
stamped itself. 

Rowly tried to keep entirely cool as he picked 
up the pair of boots, and carried them to the 
table for examination ; but it is not easy to keep 
under perfect control when one reaches the so- 
lution of an important and difficult problem. 

He was perfectly satisfied that he was about 
to obtain proofs that would convict Rush of the 
theft of the treasure, and that the diamonds 
would be recovered, so that Hope Everton 
would no longer be a Diamond Heiress without 
any diamonds. 

He even thought that she would be very grate- 
ful to him for the service ; and he even pictured 
to himself the smile with which she would al- 
ways greet him in the future! 

He placed the paper on the table where the 
gaslight illuminated it to the best advantage. 
Then he gave a careful scrutiny to the marks on 
the paper. 

The impression was made with long nails, 
which projected from wear a considerable dis- 
tance out of the leather, and they were rather 
large nails, larger than usual, he thought. Be- 
tween the third and fourth, and the sixth and 
seventh nail, the space was half as large again 
as in other places. 

These two broad spaces were on the right 
hand side of the imprint, nearest to the square 
part of the heel ; and they should appear on the 
left hand side, of the boot as it was reversed in 
his hands. The other nails were as regular in 
their distances apart as though they had been 
spaced off by an unerring machine. 

Rowly was entirely confident that he should 
find the two wide spaces in the heel of one of 
the button boots he had taken from the hearth ; 
and he did not consider the possible chance of a 
failure to find them. • 

Though he had done a great deal of rapid 
thinking since he came into the room, he had 
not yet been there more than half a minute, for 
he fully realized that he had no time to spare, 
and Rush might come in at any minute. 

With his handsome eyes almost starting from 
their sockets, so excited had he become over the 
examination, he transferred his gaze from the 
paper to the heel of one of the boots, placing the 
other on the table. The wide space between 
the nails was the first point of comparison he 
had chosen ; and he looked for this in the 
nails of the boot. 

He did not find it. The boots were made 
by Gustave Jenny, and there was nothing in the 
slightest degree irregular in the placing of the 
nails. 



Before he turned his attention to the other 
boot, he could not help observing that the nails 
in the heel of the boot were not half as large as 
those imprinted on the paper. But this fact did 
not discourage him, for the paper had received 
the impression while lying on a thin carpet, so 
that the marks would be larger than the nails 
that made them. 

Still confining his attention to the two wide 
spaces, he took up the other boot. 

The nails in this were arranged as regularly as 
the one he had just examined. No wide space 
could be found between them. 

He applied the boot heel to the paper ; but 
the nails did not coincide in the least degree 
with the marks. Beyond the possibility of a 
doubt, the impression was not made by either of 
the button boots. 

But the low cut shoes on the hearth still left 
the matter an open question in the mind of the 
examiner. 

Rowly returned the boots to the place where 
he had found them, and carried the shoes to the 
table. The nails in the heels of them were even 
smaller than those of the boots. The card of 
the same maker was in them, and in neither 
could he find the two broad spaces between the 
nails. 

For the first time he began to think that he 
had been mistaken, and that Rush Sinnerton 
had not stolen the diamonds, after all. He ap- 
plied the heels of both shoes to the paper ; but 
it was only to convince himself that the marks 
had been made by some other heel. 

Returning the shoes to the place where he had 
found them, he crept softly out of the room, 
and stationed himself in the front of the entry, 
where the stairs to the next floor partly con- 
cealed him. 

It appeared now that he had no particular 
business with Rush, though he was both as- 
tounded and disappointed at the result of his 
investigation, for he had felt absolutely sure 
that the boot would confirm his theory. But he 
had particular business with Silky, or Gunny- 
wood, whatever his name might be. 



CHAPTER VIII. 

AN UNFORTUNATE ACCIDENT. 

rff\ E course, under ordinary circumstances, it 
\M)\ is base, belittling, and ungentlemanly to 
V2/ act the part of the listener, for a person's 
privacy is as much a part of his right 
and privilege as the possession of his money. 
But necessity and common sense would excuse 
the listener in the case of a criminal. Rowly 
felt so, at any rate, when he placed his ear at 
the keyhole of Silky's door. 

This man was a burglar, though it did not ap- 
pear that he had anything to do with the rob- 
bery of the treasure at the house of Mrs. Ever- 
ton. Dealing with him in this capacity, Rowly 
felt that he had a duty to perform. 

" I don't think I can do a thing to help you, 
Rush," said Silky. " The girl don't like you, 
and you have played a stupid game with her." . 

" I don't care whether she likes me or not, I 
like her," answered Rush. 

"That's nothing to the point," replied 
Silky, very sensibly. " You were a blockhead 
to be so rough with her. I don't blame the 
young fellow for knocking you over when you 
made a scene in the street." 

" I thought you were a friend of mine, and I 
counted on you for assistance," said Rush, ap- 
parently much disturbed by the plain talk of the 
other. 

"It is the part of a friend to speak plainly," 
answered Silky, whose tones indicated that he 
was bored by the conversation. He was prob- 
ably disconcerted by his failure to effect an en- 
trance to the store of Brillyant & Co. 

" I think she will come down off the high 
horse she rides," continued Rush. " I believe 
she will be willing to take my arm when I offer 
it to her again." 

"What makes you think so?" asked Silky 
languidly, as though he did not care a straw 
about the matter. 

In reply to this question Rush related all 
that had occurred that forenoon at the resi- 
dence of Mrs. Everton, including the legal steps 
which had been taken by his father. 

"Just as the governor and I came to the con- 
clusion that we should have it all our own way," 
continued Rush, " an uncle of the girl died in 
South Africa, and sent her a fortune in dia- 
monds. It looked as though we were euchred 
then ; but I read in the evening papers that 
Mrs. Everton's house had been robbed of a box 
of diamonds, said to be worth two hundred 
thousand dollars, or some other large sum, for 
I don't know whether I got this figure from the 
paper or from what I heard at the house." 

" You got your first news of the robbery from 
the newspaper, did you ?" asked Silky, whose 
tones now indicated that he was becoming 
more interested in the conversation. 

" That's what I said and what I meant," re- 
plied Rush. 

"Tell that to a dead mule, and he would 
kick your brains out !" exclaimed the cheerful 
burglar. 

"What do you mean by that, Gunnywood ?" 
demanded the student. 

"What have you done with the diamonds, 
Rush ? I hope you will not be stupid and give 
yourself away, as you did wi th the girl and her 
mother." 

"What have I done with the diamonds?" 
asked Rush, who seemed to be stupefied by the 
implied charge of his friend. 

" That's the conundrum I put to you. Did 
y«u put the box in your room ? I'll bet a 



wooden quarter you did ; and the detectives will 
be here by the time you have eaten your break- 
fast tomorrow morning," said Silky, rattling 
off his sentences quite glibly. 

" You are all off, Gunnywood ; I did not 
take the box, and I know no more about it than 
you do," answered Rush, who seemed to be 
slightly hurt by the raillery of his companion. 
" I wouldn't do such a thing as that." 

" I'll bet another wooden quarter that you 
would and did." 

" But I did not ! I am not a thief !" 

" Not exactly ; it was not the diamonds that 
yo.u wanted so much as to place the landlady in 
such a strait that she would have to give in to 
your father, and invite you to return to your 
room in Blankteenth Street." 

" I did not take the diamonds for any reason, 
not even with the intention of returning them 
when our point was carried." 

" Do you think you could persuade a shrewd 
detective, who has heard the whole story about 
your father's persecution of Mrs. Everton, that 
you or he knew nothing about that box of dia- 
monds ? Not much ! I'll bet a cast iron- 
shekel that the police are looking up your pre- 
sent lodging about this time," said Silky, ear- 
nestly. 

" Do you think my father would take the 
diamonds ? " demanded Rush, in an angry 
tone. 

" I don't think he would be half as likely to 
take the box as you would ; but I know you bet- 
ter than your father does," added Silky, in the 
lightest of tones. 

" Neither of us would or did do such a 
thing." 

" Come, come, my darling, you are nothing 
but a little lamb !" chuckled the festive burg- 
lar. " How much were the diamonds worth, 
did you say ?" 

" The old sword fish that brought the box to 
the house said they were worth two hundred 
thousand dollars, and that's all I know about 
it." 

" I congratulate you, my dear little iamb ! 
You might have dug your way into the vault of 
a bank without getting half as much as that. It 
was a magnificent haul !" rattled Silky, heedless 
of the protests and denials of the other. 

" It was no haul at all. Won't you believe 
me when I tell you that I did not take the box ?" 
demanded Rush, who seemed to be deeply 
grieved at the incredulity of his companion. 

" Believe you ? Not a bit of it ! You don't 
expect me to believe you, Rush," said Silky, in 
a more serious tone than he had used for some 
time. 

As he uttered this remark he was close to the 
door, and Rowly retired from his position, for 
he feared the burglar intended to open it. But 
he was too much interested in the conversation 
to lose any of it, and he immediately returned 
to the keyhole of the door. 

" I speak the simple truth, whether you be- 
lieve me or not," said Rush. 

" Now tell me all about it again, and then 1 
shall be able to understand it," replied Silky ; 
and Rowly judged by the direction from which 
his voice came that he had seated himself, or 
lain down on a lounge. 

Rush repeated his former statement, which 
was substantially correct. 

" Now, while the old shark that brought the 
box was standing at the table, where were you 
and your father ?" asked Silky. 

" We went over to the window, and the gov- 
ernor told me I might find a room anywhere 1 
pleased. When the marine monster had told 
about the diamonds in the box, Mrs. Everton 
invited him to go into the back parlor. Then 
the governor went out into the hall, and I fol- 
lowed him." 

" But you heard all that the man said about 
the diamonds ?" 

" All he said in the first of it ; and he blowed 
the whole thing out all in a heap, so that we 
got the main facts of the matter." 

" Of course you did. But is your governor 
still in the hall of that house ?" 

" Of course he isn't ; what an absurd ques- 
tion !" 

" Why don't you tell what he did then ?" 

" He told me to pack up my things, and then 
left the house to go to his lawyer's." 

" Did you pack your things ?" asked Silk)-, 
sharply. 

" After a while I did." 

" But you looked in and listened at the key- 
hole," added Silky. " That is a villainous thing 
to do ; and if I caught a fellow doing that at my 
door, I think I should shoot him without benefit 
of clergy," said the immaculate Silky. Rowly 
thought the man could swallow a camel, though 
he did object to straining at a gnat. 

The listener hoped that the buiglar had no 
revolver at hand in case any accident happened 
to him. 

" I did spend seme time in the hall, and I 
even looked through and listened at the keyhole 
of the parlor door," continued Rush ; and he 
related what he had heard. 

" Now, my dear little lamb, you make a great 
mistake in trying to conceal this thing from me, 
and I am afraid you will give yourself away, 
and lose the fortune you have secured," Silky 
proceeded. "Don't take the next steamer to 
Europe, or if you do, don't take the gems with 

you. Remember the Atlantic cable, and- " 

Rowly was leaning rather too hard against the 
door, and suddenly it flew open, cutting off the 
remark of the speaker. The listener measured 
his length on the floor, to the intense astonish- 
ment of the occupants of the room. 
(To be continued.) 



APRIL % 1888. 



THE GOLDEN ARGOSY. 



299 



DANDELION GOLD. 

Like bright gold dollars in the grass, 

The dandelions lie, 
And if they would like dollars "pass," 

I know what I would buy. 
At first, I'd work with all my might 

To gather up the- gold, 
And stuff my pockets just as tight 

As ever they would hold 1 
Then I would find Dame Nature's store, 

(She has the dearest things !) 
Knock boldly at the very front door, 

And ask for butterflies' wings ; 
Then I should want some fine gray gloves, 

Made out of spider's silk, 
And feathery cloak from breasts of doves, 

As soft and white as milk ! 
For shoes I'd buy some lily leaves 

With snail shell buttons bright, 
And, made of threads the thistle weaves 

Some stockings, snowy white ; 
But most of all, I long to buy 

The new moon for a boat, 
That I each night far down the sky 

Among the stars may float. 
O, round and round the earth I'd range, 

So glad and free and bold — 
And never a cent I'd ask of change, 

From Dandelion Gold ! 

— Cottage Hearth. 



[This story commenced in No, 267.] 

H^dep Pipe ; 



FRED WORTHINGTON'S CAMPAIGN. 

By FRANK A. MUNSEY, 

Author of "Afloat in a Great City" " The 

Boy Broker" etc., etc. 

CHAPTER XXXVI. 

kred's triumph. 

O MONG those who congratulated 
m\ Fred upon his perfect triumph, 
*"*• none did so with more sincere 
pleasure than did Nellie Dutton, and the 
flattering remarks on him by the entire 
village were as gratifying to her as if 
they referred to her own family. 

And as she and Fred talked over to- 
gether the trying events of the past few 
months, she remarked that they had 
taught her, as well as others, to appreciate 
him much more highly than before. 

" To hear you say that, Nellie," said 
he, gratefully, "more than repays me 
for all I have suffered from Matthew De 
Vere's malice." 

"Oh, you can't mean that, Fred ! " pro- 
tested Nellie. 

" Yes, I do, indeed." 

" But just think, how broad a state- 
ment." 

" Though it is broad, it means less to 
me than your statement." 

"Truly?" 

"Yes." 

" I am glad then that we are still so 
good friends," continued Nellie, thought- 
fully. 

"Yes, even better than in the old days, 
are we not? "said Fred, almost affection- 
ately. 

" We know each other better, I think," 
answered Nellie, after a pause, in which 
she seemed to study her reply, and, by 
way of changing the conversation, she 
went to the piano, and, playing her own 
accompaniment, she sang with unusual 
effect one of Fred's favorite songs. 

A few days after the trial, when Fred 
was at work in the mill, he received a 
note from Mr. De Vere, asking him to 
call at the bank, if convenient to get away 
for a little time. 

He took the note to Mr. Farrington and 
got permission to go, and consequently 
started off, wondering what was wanted 
of him. 

He found the bank president alone in 
his private office, looking worn and anx- 
ious. 

Mr. De Vere greeted him kindly and 
said : 

" Fred, I sent for you to offer you a 
position. Would you like to become a 
banker? " 

Fred was thoroughly surprised at such 
a proposition. " I can hardly realize 
that such an opportunity is before me," 
he answered, "but I think I should like 
it very much." 

" Yes, you really have the opportunity, 
and I should like to have you accept the 
position." 

"I thank you sincerely, Mr. De Vere, 
but I can't understand why you should 
offer it to me when there are so many 
others better fitted for the position." 

" There are two reasons, my boy. 

First " and he hesitated, as if pained, 

" yes, two reasons. The first is, I owe you 



some recompense for all the injury and 
injustice Matthew has done you. I can- 
not believe he foresaw all that would fol- 
low from his first petty revenge, but he 
was forced on, step by step, by a wicked 

man, till at last "and the tears, which 

he was no longer able to restrain, rolled 
down his cheeks. Wiping them away, 
he continued : " But the injury to you 
was the same, and my wife and daughter 
join me in feeling under obligations to 
you." 

" Do not think of such a thing, Mr. De 
Vere. You are in no respect responsible. 
That matter is now past. I would not 
think of accepting a position on that ac- 
count." 

Mr. De Vere drew from his pocket a 
letter, and handed it to Fred. 

" Read this," said he, "and then I will 
explain further." 

The letter was from Matthew, dated 
"Chicago." It contained a full confes- 
sion of his crime, and gave all the cir- 
cumstances that led up to it. He begged 
his parents and sister to forgive him. 
Upon this point he said : 

" Oh, if you only knew what I have suffered 
and am still suffering, on account of my foolish 
and wicked acts, I think you would have charity 
for me. '* 

" How I would like to see you all — my dear 
home, and my own pretty room. If only I could 
fall on my knees before you and mother, and 
with true penitent tears wipe out the past, how 
gladly I would do so. But this, I realize, is 
forbidden me. I have forfeited my home, my 
parents, my reputation, my native State even, 
and all to gratify a petty grudge. I wish you 
would see Fred Worthington and tell him how 
I have wronged him, and ask him if he can for- 
give me. He has won the contest while I am 
ruined — ruined so far as my old life goes — but 
now, my dear father and mother, I have com- 
menced a new life. 

" I have told Cousin Henry everything about 
the past and he has helped me plan for the 
future. He has furnished me some money and 
I shall start tomorrow for one of the territories, 
where I shall commence life for myself. 

" I shall work hard and be a man in all that 
is honorable and right. I feel ten years older 
than I did a few months ago. I have taken 
some books with me to study in my odd mo- 
ments. Among them is that Book to which 
mother always goes for comfort and encourage- 
ment. I shall study it faithfully, and try to heed 
its teachings. God knows I need to be com- 
forted and encouraged. 

" The first money I earn shall go to Mr. Rex- 
ford, in payment for his loss by my hands. He 
shall lose nothing if I live long enough to earn 
the money due him. I wish you would protect 
Tim Short so far as possible. I am alone re- 
sponsible for his connection with the robbery. 

' ' Cousin Henry has been very kind to me. 
He promises to communicate with me often. I 
shall write to you and mother every week. I will 
send the letter to cousin and he will forward it 
to you. 

" In writing me, if I may so far expect your 
forgiveness, please send to cousin and he will 
forward to me. I will write you as soon as I 
get located, and tell you all my plans." 

After writing at some length upon 
family matters, Matthew closed his let- 
ter by again appealing to his parents and 
sister for forgiveness, and by assuring 
them of his love. 

Fred returned the letter to Mr. De 
Vere, feeling deeply touched and pro- 
foundly sorry for Matthew. 

" Tell him," said he, " that he has my 
forgiveness in full, and that I wish him 
prosperity in his new life." 

" Thank you, Fred, for your generos- 
ity. He is my boy still, and is dear to 
me though he has done wrong. But," he 
continued, with moist eyes, "he is lost 
to me now — lost so far as all my plans 
for his future went ; and now, Fred, I 
want you to take his place. I had de- 
signed to put him into the bank next 
year and give him a thorough training ; 
but as he has gone and cannot return, I 
want you to take the position. I have so 
far modified my plans that I shall want 
you at once to assist the cashier and do 
his work while he does mine, for I have 
very little heart in my work now, and 
shall probably never do much more." 

"I thank you sincerely for this offer, 
Mr. De Vere. I should certainly like such 
a position, but the fear that you offer it 
to me as a recompense causes me to hes- 
itate about accepting it." 

" Do not hesitate on that ground, my 
boy. I have heard from Dr. Dutton, one 
of our directors, from Mr. Rexford and 
others, that you are in all respects better 
qualified for the position than any other 
young man in town. The salary for the 
first year will be five hundred. After 
the first year you will be advanced. Will 
you take the position ?" 



" Yes, I will accept it with many, many 
thanks," replied Fred gratefully. 

Fred immediately returned to the fac- 
tory and told Mr. Farrington of his good 
fortune. The latter congratulated him, 
"and yet," said he, " I am rather sorry, 
for I had designed to take you up to this 
department and teach you the entire bus- 
iness ; however, I will gladly let you go, 
believing as I do that your new position 
is an exceptionally fine one for a boy of 
your age." 

" I thank you a thousand times, Mr. 
Farrington, for your willingness to let 
me off and for all your kindness to me. 
Now I know the value of a good friend. 
If it had not been for your kindness and 
assistance, when none spoke well of me, 
I might not have established my inno- 
cence. As it is, through your help I have 
gained everything." 

On leaving Mr. Farringto.i, Fred went 
to Mr. Rexford and told him he should 
be obliged to give up the idea of taking 
his old position as clerk, and after ex- 
plaining why, told him he wanted him to 
do him a favor by giving little Carl a po- 
sition in his store at a fair salary, and to 
arrange his duties so that be would have 
only light work to do. 

The merchant agreed to do this. In 
fact he would have done almost anything 
for Fred, for he felt under many obliga- 
tions to him. 

Fred was very happy over the bright 
prospects for his little crippled friend, as 
it had been his own privilege to help 
him. 

Fred's promotion to the bank created 
a sensation in the village, and he was 
looked upon as the most lucky person in 
town. It is safe to believe that Nellie 
Dutton rejoiced in Fred's good fortune 
far more than she was willing for any 
one to suspect. As time rolled on they 
were often seen together, and seemed 
like brother and sister. 

He easily mastered his duties in the 
bank, and as his hours were short, had 
much time left for study and recreation. 
Nellie was taking German lessons from 
her teacher during the day, and at night 
imparted the same instruction to Fred ; 
thus they studied together, and each 
helped the other in their fixed purpose to 
master the language. 

That they were happy in each other's 
society there could be no doubt. Her 
influence upon him refined his manners 
and elevated his tastes, while associating 
with him was quite as beneficial to her in 
gaining broader ideas and contracting 
the habit of thinking and reasoning af- 
ter the fashion of men. 

The last time I saw them was on a 
beautiful evening in June. Dave Far- 
rington and myself were returning home 
from a trouting expedition. We were 
upon an elevated plain, where we could 
survey the surrounding country. Nature 
seemed at her best, and this was one of 
her choicest scenes. The rich green 
stretching everywhere before the eye 
was only broken by the white and pink 
blossoms of fruit trees and shrubbery. 
The sun was just sinking behind a dis- 
tant mountain which threw its shadow 
upon the landscape about us, and rich, 
golden hues spread out over the entire 
western horizon, 

" A charming scene," remarked Dave 
with true admiration. 

"It is indeed," said I ;" but here is 
beauty far more attractive." 

Dave turned, and beholding Fred and 
Nellie close upon us, replied : 

" You are right. I never saw her look 
so bewitchingly pretty." 

They were taking an evening drive 
with a handsome bay horse and high 
top carriage. The top was tipped back, 
and they appeared to be enjoying the 
scene that had engrossed our own atten- 
tion. 

Nellie was clad in a light summer 
dress, with a pale blue sash which 
matched the trimming of her jaunty lit- 
tle hat. Never until then had I realized 
that she was so handsome. With fair 
complexion and glowing cheeks, she pre- 
sented a picture for an old master, as 
she talked and laughed merrily, showing 
a set of perfect teeth. 

We raised our hats as they passed by, 
and soon they were beyond our view. 

" Dave," said I, " there is a glimpse of 
what life should be. It is the rarest pic- 
ture of the kind I have ever seen. Why, 
I wonder, do boys go to destruction by 
visiting iniqitous dens, by keeping low 



and vulgar company, by drinking, smok- 
ing and gambling when they might fol- 
low Fred's example, and be as refined, 
respected and as supremely happy as he 
now seems to be?" 

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set of boxing gloves. 

Chester W. Bennett, 717 Main St., Bridgeport,. 
Conn. Books, postmarks, etc., for stamps and. 
postmarks. Send lists. 

J. L. Stephenson, Covington, Ky. One thousand: 
tin tags, 800 varieties, for a pair of fancy pigeons,, 
or 4 pairs of common ones. 

George S. Silvia, 45 South 8th St., Brooklyn, E.. 
D., N. Y. Five hundred foreign stamps and an. 
album, for stamps or coins. 

Elmer L. Harmon, Eldred, Pa. A pair of No. ic 
club ice skates, 2 books and a game of cards, for a 
good rosewood or ebony rife. 

C. V. Willard, 834 Lafayette St., Jamestown, N.. 
Y. A foot power scroll saw, for a pair of opera, 
glasses or a 4 draw telescope. 

Robert Ward, 3841 Forest Ave., Chicago, 111. A. 
game and a puzzle, or books, for a spoke grip.. 
Books, for bicycle accessories. 

N. G. Seymour, 10 Sterling St., Watertown, N.. 
Y., would like to correspond with col-lectors desir- 
ing to join a philatelic society. 

A. Livingston, 3230 State St., Chicago, 111, A 
hand inking press, a polygraph, and a set of box- 
ing gloves, for a self inking press. 

H. W. Clark, 71 East 123d St., New York City.. 
A Lester scroll saw, with lathe attachment, patterns, . 
etc., for a banjo or camera and outfit. 

William Ashton, 20 Brooklyn Ave., Brooklyn, N. 
Y. A press with type, and a magic lantern with 12 
slides, for an accordion in good order. 

Emory Blake, 31 Gesler St., Providence, R. I.. 
An Excelsior press and outfit, valued at $3, for a 
battery, push button, and 25 ft. of wire. 

George Seltzer, Market St., Pottsville, Pa. A, 
spy glass, and a rubber stamp printing outfit, for 
Vol. I, II, III or IV of The Golden Argosy. 

A. L. Levy, 256 Madison St., New York City.. 
Five books by Mayne Reid and 3 by Optic, for 2 
vols, of 1 he Golden Argosy, or a stamp album. 

Chester Williams, Steuton Ave., above Mill St.,. 
Germantown, Pa. A small press and outfit, 25 tin 
tags, and a book, for a volume of The Golden 
Argosy. 

C. M. Haines, 245 West 124th St., New York 
City. A card press with outfit, a stylographic pen, 
and a pair of Winslow club skates, for a self inking 
press and outfit. 

Wm. Pratt, 190 Hudson St., New York City. A 
violin and bow, and a pair of opera glasses, for a 
banjo and a pair of No. 8 clamp ice skates, or a good 
engine and boiler. 

A. M. Levy, 54 Ridge St., New York City. A 
magic lantern with r2 slides and a pair of No. 11 all 
clamp ice skates, for a silver watch or an accordion.. 
City offers preferred. 

George W. Coleman, Gratz, Pa. A 2 1-2 by 3 im- 
press, Webster's Dictionary, an accordion or a fife,, 
for metal bodied rubber type and pallets, or a cy 
clostyle and typewriter. 

Percival Parrish, 53 Washington St., Newport, 
R. I. A $1 printing outfit, a steam engine, books . 
by Optic, etc., all valued at $4, for Vol. Ill or IV 
of The Golden Argosy. 

F. Wood, no nth St., S. E., Washington, D. C. 
A magic lantern, showing a picture 5 ft. in diame- 
ler, with 48 slides and outfit, for a paper cutter, 
type, or other printing materials. 

Thomas Sendall, 80 Front St., Brooklyn, N. Y. 
An electric battery, a Spanish mandolin, a magic 
lantern, and a steam engine, for a complete photo 
outfit, a caligraph, or a typewriter. 

E. L. White, 3 Washington Ave., Chelsea, Mass. 
A magic lantern with outfit, for an electric bell and 
push buttons; and a font of job type, and brass 
cuts, for an electric bell, battery, push button, and 
wire. 

C. R. Phelps, Box 109, Ravenna, O. A 13 ft. can- 
vas canoe, with paddle and sail complete, valued at 
$10, for a B flat cornet or a photo outfit ; and a 3 
octave metallophone for a 2 octave xylophone, a 
scroll saw, or a mandolin. 



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NUMBER 2ftt. 



M Bisasftp©u3 u W\e Up." 




"THERE, MASTER DOLPH, I WILL SEE IF YOU 
CAN DO ANY MORE MISCHIEF." 



ME WILL SEE.' 



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A CLEAN SWEEP. 



ANOTHER CLEAN SWEEP. 



' IT COMES HIGH, BUT I MUST HAVE IT." 




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PATIENCE. 

BY C, D. BRADLEE. 

Ik we could know the meaning grand 
In tears that come by God's command, 
Then sweetly should we take the cross 
And count as gain what seems a loss. 
Only let us wait and pray, 
When out of night will come the day. 
And pearls long hid from human sight 
Will crown our brows with holy light. 



[ This story commenced in No. 27a.] 

Mr. Halgroves Ward; 

OR, 

LIVING IT DOWN. 

By TALBOT BAINES REED, 
Author of "Reginald Cruden" etc.-, etc. 

CHAPTER XXIX. 

A LINK TO OLD TIMES. 

7jT S soon as he had read it, Jeffreys pitched 
jUl Scarfe's letter contemptuously into the 

JML grate. He was not much of a man of 
the world, but he could read through 

the lines of a poor performance like this. 
Scarfe, for some reason or 

other, did not like to tell the 

Rimbolts himself, but he was 

most anxious they should know, 

and desired Jeffreys to do the 

dirty work himself. There was 

something almost amusing in the 

artlessness of the suggestion, and 

had the subject been less person- 
ally grievous, Jeffreys could have 

afforded to scoff at the whole 

business. 

He sat down on the impulse of 

the moment, and dashed off the 

following : 

Dear Scarfe : Would it not be a 
pity that your sense of duty should 
not have the satisfaction of doing 
its own work, instead of begging 
me to do it for you ? I may be alt 
you say, but I am not mean enough 
to rob you of so priceless a jewel 
as the good conscience of a man 
who has done his duty. So I re- 
spectfully decline your invitation, 
and am, Yours, 

J. Jeffreys. 

Having relieved himself by 
writing it, he tore the note up 
and tried to forget all about it. 

But that was not quite so easy* 
Scarfe's part in the drama he 
could forget, but the question 
faced him, not for the first time, 
Had he any right to be here, 
trusted, and by some of the 
family even respected ? Was he 
n 1 sailing under false colors, 
and pretending to be something 
he was not ? 

True, he had been originally 
engaged as a librarian, a post in 
which character was accounted 
of less importance than scholar- 
s h i p and general proficiency. 
But he was more than a librarian 
now. Circumstances had made 
him the mentor and companion 
of a high spirited, honest boy. 
Was it fair to Percy to keep a 
secret that would certainly shut 
the doors of Wildtree against 
him forever ? Was it fair to Mr. 
Rimbolt to accept this new re- 
sponsibility without a word? 
Was it fair to Raby, who would 
shrink from him with detestation 
did she know the whole story ? 

Scarfe would have been amply 
satisfied had he been present to 
note the disquietude which en- 
sued for some days after the 
arrival of his letter. Jeffreys felt 
ble in his intercourse with Mr, 
avoided Raby, and even with Percy he 
often unaccountably reserved and pensive. 

One day, finding himself alone with Mr. Rim- 
bolt in the library, he suddenly resolved then 
and there to speak out. 

"Oh, Jeffreys," began Mr. Rimbolt, "I am 
very anxious to get those books from the Wan- 
ley Abbey sale looked through and catalogued 
if you can manage it. We all go up to Lon- 
don, you know, next week, and I should be 
glad to have all square before we start." 

" I have no doubt they can all be gone through 
before then." 

" I should like you to come to town too," said 
Mr. Rimbolt. "Percy sets great store by your 
companionship ; besides which, there are some 
very important book sales coming on in which 
I shall want your help." 

" I had been going to ask you—" began Jef- 
freys, feeling his temples throbbing like two 
steam engines. 

" Oh, by the way," interrupted Mr. Rimbolt, 
taking a letter from his pocket, "did not you 
tell me you were at a school called Bolsover ? " 

"Yes," faltered Jeffreys, wondering what was 
coming. 

" It's very odd. I have a letter from an old 
Oxford acquaintance of mine called Frampton, 
who appears to be head master there, and whom 
I have never heard of for about sixteen years. 
He is fond of books, and writes to ask if he 
may come and see the library. I've asked him 



to stay a night, and expect him here tomorrow. 
I dare say you will be glad to meet him. Per- 
haps he knows you are here ? " 

" No ; I don't think so," said Jeffreys. 

" Ah, then I dare say you will be glad to see 
tine another again." 

Jeffreys was considerably staggered by this 
unexpected announcement, but it relieved him 
of all present perplexity as to speaking to Mr. 
Rimbolt of young Forrester. He would at 
least wait till Mr. Frampton tame, and put 
himself in his hands. 

Mr. Frampton was taking a three days' run in 
the Lake country during a term holiday, and, 
determined to do and see all he could, had de- 
cided to visit his old college friend, and look 
over the now famous Wildtree Library. 

His surprise at meeting Jeffreys was very con- 
siderable ; and at first it seemed to the quondam 
pupil that his old master was shy of him. This, 
however, was explained as soon as they were 
alone, and had to do with the seven pounds, 
which had burned holes in Mr. Frampton's 
pockets ever since he received them, but which, 
not knowing Jeffreys's address, he had never 
been able to return. 

1 ' I was never more pained than when I re- 
ceived this money," said he. " Your guardian 
was written to by the clerk in ordinary course, 
but I never imagined the bill would be passed 
on to you," 



Then Jeffreys unfolded his present uncom- 
fortable dilemma, and his intention of speaking 
to Mr. Rimbolt, and they talked it over very 
seriously and anxiously. At last Mr. Frampton 
said : 

" Let me speak to Mr. Rimbolt." 

" Most thankfully I will." 

So Mr. Frampton spoke to Mr. Rimbolt, and 
told him frankly all there was to tell ; and Mr. 
Rimbolt, like a gentleman who knew something 
of Christian charity, joined his informant in 
pitying the offender. 

" Jeffreys," said he, the day after Mr. Framp- 
ton's departure, "your friend has told me a 
story about you which I heard with great sor- 
row. You are now doing all that an honest 
man can do, with God's help, to make up for 
what is past. What I have been told does not 
shake my present confidence in you in any way, 
and I need not tell you that not a single person 
in this house beyond yourself and me shall 
know anything about this unhappy affair." 



CHAPTER XXX. 

MRS. RIMBOLT FREES HER MIND. 

"&TEFFREYS started for London with a lighter 
JJA heart than he had known since he first 
\r) came to Wildtree. When he contrasted 
his present sense of relief with the op- 
pression which had preceded it, he marveled 




JEFFREYS REMAINED SITTING AT THE TABLE STUNNED AND STUPEFIED. 



uncomforta- 
Rimboit ; he 
was 



Jeffreys had nothing for it but to take the 
money back, much as he disliked it. Until he 
did so, Mr. Frampton was too fidgety to be ap- 
proachable on any other subject. 

The morning after his arrival they went up 
Wild Pike together, the first time Jeffreys had 
been on the mountain since the death of Julius. 
They had a fine day and no difficulty ; but the 
long talk which beguiled the way amply made 
up to Jeffreys for the lack of adventure. 

Mr. Frampton told him much about Bolsover, 
and then began to ask him about himself, and 
got from him a full account of all that had be- 
fallen him since he left school. Mr. Frampton 
was a most sympathetic listener, and the poor 
"dog with a bad name," who had almost for- 
gotten the art of speaking his mind fully to 
any one, warmed insensibly to this friend as 
they talked, and reproached himself for the 
pride and shortsightedness which had induced 
him to shut himself out from his friendship. 

Then they talked of the school and of young 
Forrester. Mr. Frampton made no attempt to 
gloss over the wickedness of that unhappy act 
of passion. But he showed how fully he made 
allowances for the poor blundering offender, 
and how he, at least, saw more to pity than to 
upbraid in it all. 

He knew nothing of young Forrester's fate. 
He had seen in the papers the notice of Cap- 
tain Forrester's death, from whom months be- 
fore he had had a letter of inquiry as to his son's 
whereabouts, and to whom he had written tell- 
ing all he knew, which was but little. 



how he could ever have gone on so long dishon- 
estly nursing his wretched secret under Mr. 
Rimbolt's roof. Now, in the first reaction of 
relief, he was tempted to believe his good name 
was really come back, and that, Mr. Rimbolt 
having condoned his offense, the memory of 
Bolsover was canceled. 

The Rimbolts' house in Clarges Street was, 
to Jeffreys's mind, not nearly so cheerful as 
Wildtree. The library in it consisted of a small 
collection of books, chiefly political, for Mr. 
Rimbolt's use in parliamentary work ; and the 
dark little room allotted to him, with its lookout 
on the mews, was dull indeed compared with 
the chamber at Wildtree, from which he could 
at least see the mountain. 

Nor did he by any means enjoy the constant 
round of entertainments which went on in Lon- 
don, at which he was sometimes called upon in 
a humble way to assist. He had been obliged, 
in deference to Mrs. Rimbolt's broad hints, to 
buy a dress suit, and in this he was expected on 
occasions to present himself at the end of a 
grand dinner party, or when Mr. Rimbolt re- 
quired his professional attendance. 

For, there being no books to take care of 
here, Mr. Rimbolt availed himself of his libra- 
rian's services as a private secretary in some im- 
portant political business, and found him so 
efficient and willing that he proposed to him a 
considerable increase in his salary in considera- 
tion of his permanently undertaking a good 
share of his employer's ordinary correspon- 
dence. 



The chief portion of Jeffreys's time, how- 
ever, still belonged to Percy, and it was a de- 
cided relief to him that that young gentleman 
scoffed at and eschewed the endless hospitali- 
ties and entertainments with which his mother 
delighted to fill up their life in London. 

On the day before Scarfe's proposed visit, 
Walker accosted him with the announcement 
that my lady would like to speak with him in 
the morning room. 

This rare summons never failed to wring a 
groan from the depths of the librarian's spirit, 
and it did now as he proceeded to the torture 
chamber. 

The lady was alone, and evidently burdened 
with the importance of the occasion. 

"Mr. Jeffreys," said she, with a tone of half 
conciliation which put up Jeffreys's back far 
more than her usual severe drawl, " kindly take 
a seat ; I wish to speak to you." 

" It's all up with me," groaned the unhappy 
Jeffreys, inwardly, as he obeyed. 

Mrs. Rimbolt gathered herself together and 
began. 

"I desire to speak to you, Mr. Jeffreys, in 
reference to my niece, Miss Atherton, who, in 
her father's absence, is here under my protec- 
tion and parental control." 
Jeffreys flushed up ominously. 
1 ' It does not please me, Mr. Jeffreys, to find 
you, occupying as you do the position of a 
dependent in this house, so far 
forgetting yourself as to consider 
that there is anything in your re- 
spective positions which justifies 
you in having communications 
with Miss Atherton other than 
those of a respectful stranger." 

Jeffreys found himself frivo- 
lously thinking this elaborate 
sentence would make an inter- 
esting exercise in parsing for the 
head class at Galloway House. 
He barely took in that the re- 
marks were intended for him at 
all, and his abstracted look ap- 

Iparently disconcerted Mrs. Rim- 
bolt. 
" I must request your atten- 
! : tion, Mr. Jeffreys," said she, se- 

verely. 

" I beg your pardon. I am all 
attention." 

"I am quite willing to sup- 
pose," continued she, "that it is 
ignorance on your part rather 
than intentional misconduct 
which has led you into this ; but 
from henceforth I wish it to be 
clearly understood that I shall 
expect you to remember your 
proper station in this house. 
Miss Atherton, let me tell you, 
has no need of your attentions. 
You perfectly understand me, 
Mr. Jeffreys ? " 

Jeffreys bowed, still rather ab- 
stractedly. 

" You do not reply to my ques- 
tion, Mr. Jeffreys." 

"I perfectly understand you, 
madam." 

"I trust I shall not have to 
speak to you again." 

"I bust not," said Jeffreys, 
with a fervor which startled the 
lady. 

He left the room, outraged, in- 
sulted, sorely tempted to shake 
the dust of the place once for all 
from off his feet. The evil tem- 
per within him once more as- 
serted itself as he flung himself 
into his room, slamming the door 
behind him with a force that 
made the whole house vibrate. 

The narrow room was insup- 
portable. It stifled him. He 
must get out into the fresh air or 
choke. 

On the doorstep he met Mr. 
Rimbolt, who had just alighted 
from his brougham. 

" Oh, Jeffreys, so glad to have caught you. 
Look here. I find I must be in the House to- 
night and tomorrow, and I intended to go down 
to Exeter to attend that four days' sale of Lord 
Waterfield's library. I must get you to go for 
me. You have the catalogue we went through 
together, with the lots marked which I must 
have. I have put an outside price against some, 
and the others must be mine at any price — you 
understand. Stick at nothing. ' Take plenty of 
money with you for traveling and expenses. Do 
things comfortably, and I will give you a blank 
check for the books." 

The proposal came opportunely to Jeffreys. 
He was in the humor of accepting anything for 
a change ; and this carte blanche proposal, and 
the responsibility it involved, contained a spice 
of excitement which suited with his present 
mood. 

He went down to Exeter that night, trying to 
think of nothing but Lord Waterfield's books, 
and to forget all about Raby, and Percy, and 
Mrs. Rimbolt, and Scarfe. 

CHAPTER XXXI. 

ADRIFT AGAIN. 

^jVOON after Jeffreys's return, business called 
JS. Mr. Rimbolt north for a few days. One 
J|!p afternoon, soon after his departure, while 
Percy and Raby were out, and Jeffreys 
had shut himself up in Mr. Rimbolt's study to 
write, a letter was delivered by the postman, 



302 



THE GOLDEN ARGOSY. 



NUMBER 279. 



addressed to Mrs. Rimbolt, and bearing the 
Oxford postmark. It was from Scarfe, and 
Mrs. Rimbolt opened her eyes as she perused it : 
Christchurch, April 2nd. 

Dear Mrs. Rimbolt: I reached here from home 
this morning, and hasten to send you a line to thank 
you for the very pleasant visit I spent in London 
last week. I should have written sooner, but that 
I was anxious to write you on another and less 
pleasant subject, which I felt should not be done 
hurriedly. You will, I dare say, blame me for not 
having told you earlier what I now feel it my duty 
to tell, and I trust you will understand the feelings 
which have prevented my doing so. John Jeffreys, 
who is in Mr. Rimbolt's employment, is, as you 
know, an old schoolfellow of mine. I was surprised 
to see him at Wildtree last Christmas, and took the 
trouble to inquire whether he had come to you 
with a character or whether you had any knowl- 
edge of his antecedents. I imagined you had not, 
and supposed that as he was only engaged as a li- 
brarian inquiries as to his character were not con- 
sidered necessary. But when I saw that he was 
being admitted as a member of your household, 
and specially allowed to exercise an influence on 
Percy, I assure you I felt uncomfortable, and it has 
been on my mind ever since to tell you what I feel 
you ought to know. Jeffreys ran away from 
school after committing a cruel act which, to all 
intents and purposes, was murder. His victim was 
a small boy whom we all loved, and who never did 
him harm. The details of the whole affair are too 
horrible to dwell upon here, but I have said enough 
to show you what sort of person it is who is at 
present intrusted with the care of your own son, 
and allowed to associate on a. footing of equality 
with your niece, Miss Atherton. I assure you it is 
very painful to me to write this, tor I know how it 
will shock you. But I feel my conscience would 
not give me peace till I told you all. May I now 
ask one special favor from you ? It is well known, 
and you probably have noticed it yourself, that 
Jeffreys and I naturally dislike one another. But I 
want you to believe that I write this not because I 
dislike Jeffreys, but because I like you all, and feel 
that Percy particularly is in peril. What I ask is 
that if you think it right to take any action in the 
matter, my name may not be mentioned. It would 
be considered an act of spite on my part, which it 
is not ; and perhaps I may mention to you that I 
have special reasons for wishing that Miss Ather- 
ton at least should not think worse of me than I 
deserve. She would certainly misunderstand it if 
my name were mentioned. I feel I have only done 
my duty, and I assure you it will be a great relief 
to me to know that you are rid of one who cannot 
fail to exercise a fatal influence on the pure and 
honest mind of my friend Percy. 

Believe me, dear Mrs. Rimbolt, most sincerely 
yours, E. Scarfe. 

The shock which this astounding communi- 
cation gave to Mrs. Rimbolt can be more easily 
imagined than described. It explained every- 
thing — her instinctive dislike of the fellow from 
the first, his moroseness and insolence, and the 
cunning with which he had insinuated himself 
first into her husband's and then into Percy's 
confidence ! How blind she had been not to see 
it all before ! She might have known that he 
was a villain ! Now, however, her duty was 
clear, and she would be wicked if she delayed to 
act upon it a moment. If Mr. Rimbolt had 
been at home it would have fallen on him to 
discharge it, but he was not, and she must do it 
for him. 

Whereupon this worthy matron girded her- 
self for the fray, and stalked off to the study. 

Jeffreys was busy transcribing some biblio- 
graphical notes which he had brought away 
with him from Exeter. The work was not very 
engrossing, and he had leisure now and then to 
let his mind wander, and the direction his 
thoughts took was towards Mr. Rimbolt's little 
plan of a run on the Continent for Percy and 
himself the coming summer. Jeffreys had been 
afraid to acknowledge to himself how much the 
plan delighted him. He longed to see the ever- 
lasting snows, and the lakes, and the grand old 
mediaeval cities, and the prospect of seeing them 
with Percy, away from all that could annoy or 
jar. 

He had got so far when the door opened and 
Mrs. Rimbolt stood before him. 

The lady was pale, and evidently agitated be- 
yond her wont. She stood for a moment fac- 
ing Jeffreys, and apparently waiting for words. 
The librarian's back went up in anticipation. If 
it was more about Raby he would leave the 
room before he forgot himself. 

" Mr. Jeffreys," said the lady, and her words 
came slowly and hoarsely, " I request you to 
leave this house in half an hour." 

It was Jeffreys's turn to start and grow pale. 

" May I ask why ?" he said. 

" You know why, sir," said the lady. " You 
have known why ever since you had the mean- 
ness to enter Wildtree on false pretenses." 

" Really, Mrs. Rimbolt," began Jeffreys, 
with a cold shudder passing through him, " I 
am at a loss " 

" Don't speak to me, sir. You knew you had 
no right to enter the house of honest respectable 
people — you knew you had no right to take ad- 
vantage of an accident to insinuate yourself into 
this family and impose upon the unsuspecting 
good nature of my husband. No one asked you 
for your character ; for no one imagined you 
could be quite so hypocritical as you have been. 
You, the self constituted friend and protector of 
my precious boy — you, with the stain of blood 
on your hands and the mark of Cain on your 
forehead ! Leave my house at once ; I desire 
no words. You once talked about claiming 
to be protected from insult in this house. It is 
we who claim to be protected from a hypocrite 
and a murderer ! Begone ; and consider your- 
self fortunate that instead of walking out a free 
man, you are not taken out to the punishment 
you deserve." 

When Jeffreys, stunned and stupefied, looked 
up, the room was empty. 

Mechanically he finished a sentence he had 



been writing, then letting the pen drop from 
his hand, sat where he was, numbed body and 
soul. Mrs. Rimbolt's words dinned in his ears, 
and with them came those old haunting sounds, 
the yells on the Bolsover meadows, the mid- 
night shriek of the terrified boy, the cold sneer 
of his guardian, the brutal laugh of Jonah 
Trimble. All came back in one confused 
hideous chorus, yelling to him that his bad 
name was still alive, dogging him down, down, 
mocking his foolish dreams of deliverance and 
hope, hounding him out into the night to hide 
his head indeed, but never to hide himself from 
himself. 

How long he sat there he knew not. When he 
rose he was at least calm and resolved. 

He went up to his own room and looked 
through his little stock of possessions. The old 
suit in which he had come to Wildtree was 
there ; and an impulse seized him to put it on 
in exchange for the trim garments he was 
wearing. Of his other goods and chattels he 
took a few special favorites. His Homer — 
Julius's collar — a cricket cap — a pocket compass 
which Percy had given him and an envelope 
which Raby had once directed to him for her 
uncle. His money — his last quarter's salary — 
he took too, and his old stick which he had cut 
in the lanes near Ash Cottage. That was 
all. Then quietly descending the deserted 
stairs, and looking neither to the right hand 
nor the left, he crossed the hall and opened the 
front door. 

A pang shot through him as he did so. Was 
he never to see Percy again, or her ? What 
would they think of him ? 

The thought maddened him ; and as he stood 
in the street he seemed to hear their voices too 
in the awful clamor, and rushed blindly forth, 
anywhere, to escape it. 

(To be continued.) 



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LABOR IS NEVER VAIN. 

BY OWEN MEREDITH. 

No man's labor for good is vain, 

Though he win, not the crown, but the cross ; 
Every wish for man's good is a gain, 

Every doubt of man s gain is a loss. 



The Witch and % Wolves. 

A STORY OF OUR GRANDFATHERS' 
DAYS. 

BY ARTHUR U MESERVE. 

JT was lucky for old Granny Starbird that she 
lived a hundred years or so after the days 
of Salem witchcraft. Had she flourished 
in those times, she surely would have been 
hung, oj at least ducked into the pond, where 
she would have had to get out herself or not at 
all. No one would have dared to have lent her 
a helping hand. 

From whence she came no one knew. If any 
one ventured to interview her on the subject, 
she was either as speechless and dumb as »n 
oyster, or merely remarked that it was nobody's 
business but her own, with a tongue as sharp 
and as keen as a razor. 

The first that the people living at the foot of 
Cherry Mountain knew of her was in this way : 

Upon the side of the mountain there was an 
old deserted log cabin. A man named Simon 
Grover had intended to make a farm there, but 
finding the soil so poor and sterile, he had given 
it up as a bad job and moved down into the 
valley. This was several years ago, and now 
much of the place was grown up with bushes, 
all of it in fact except a small spot immediately 
about the cabin. 

One morning early in May, the good people 
of the valley observed smoke curling above its 
roof. They thought little of it then. Some 
boys might have been up on the mountain and 
kindled a fire for sport, or some hunter had 
taken refuge there for the night. But when the 
next morning it was seen again, and so on for a 
week, the people were all agog, for it was certain 
that some one had taken up his abode in Simon's 
cabin, as it was called. 

Nick Rosebrook and his neighbor Miles Hardy 
determined one day to pay the cabin a visit. 
They had been tantalized long enough about the 
matter. 

They had waited patiently for the new inmate, 
whoever he was, to come down into the valley 
and show himself, but as he had neglected to do 
this they would make the first visit themselves. 

Their way took them for a mile or more 
through the forest, and in due time they emerged 
into what had once been the clearing, but which, 
as we have said before, was now grown up with 
bushes. 

Forcing their way through these, they at last 
came to a spot where they could get a view of 
the cabin only a short distance before them. 

A light smoke was curling out of the stone 
chimney, and the door stood wide open, but in 
no direction could they catch a glimpse of a 
human being, nor any sign of life. 

The settlers were not afraid. It was broad 
sunlight, but somehow they felt that there was 
something uncanny about the spot. Not a 
sound was heard from within, and had it not 
been for the smoke they would have declared 
that the place was as tenantless as it had been 
in years past. 

Their feet made no noise as they passed over 
the green turf to the threshold and looked 
within, 



Not a soul was to be seen. The cabin con- 
tained but one room, and this they took in at a 
glance. But there were things within that had 
not been there the last time either had visited 
the place. 

There were a few articles of furniture of the 
rudest description, and in one corner was a bed 
of leaves and boughs, over which an old quilt 
was thrown. 

A few pewter dishes rested on a shelf over the 
fireplace, and there was besides an old rickety 
table and a chair so dilapidated that it looked as 
though it would hardly support the weight of a 
cat. 

"Whoever lives here has stepped out," said 
Nick. 

" Or else he is overhead in the loft," returned 
Miles. 

" I don't see any way to get there. Simon 
took his ladder with him when he gave up the 
cabin." 

" Then he must be out somewhere. I should 
have thought that he would shut the door after 
him if he was going to be gone long." 

"What do you want here?" cried a shrill 
voice at that moment, which made them jump 
and turn round. Instead of a man, as they ex- 
pected to see, it was a woman. 

The same thought rushed to the mind of each 
as they looked upon her. If she was not a 
witch, surely there never was one. 

She was a little short old woman, wrinkled 
and apparently dried to the bone. In fact, they 
could not see where they could cut a pound of 
flesh from her frame had they desired to do so. 
She had a sharp hooked nose, a pair of piercing 
black eyes, and she wore a strange looking 
object for a cap, from beneath which here and 
there gray locks escaped and hung nearly to her 
shoulders. 

She had come upon them so unexpectedly that 
they could not have been more startled had the 
ground opened before them, and they had seen 
her emerge from it. 

"What do you want here?" she again de- 
manded in the same shrill tone, while her eyes 
snapped with anger. 

Nick was the first to find his tongue. 

"We saw smoke up here, so we thought 
we would come and see who had moved in," he 
said. 

" And what is that to you ? You don't own 
this old hut, do you ? If it is yours, tell me 
what the rent will be." 

" I don't own it, and I don't know as any one 
claims to now. A man by the name of Simon 
Grover used to live here, but he moved out a 
good while ago. The land about here never 
was his, and so it has grown up almost into a 
wilderness again. I guess you have as good a 
right to it as anybody, if you want to live 
here." 

" Well, then, be going. When I want to get 
acquainted with the neighbors, I'll let you 
know." 

' ' But where in the world did you come from ? " 
broke in Miles Hardy, who could no longer keep 
silent. " And what in the world are you stay- 
ing in this out of the way place for ? " 

"That is my business, not yours. Now be 
gone. I don't want anybody prying into my 
concerns. " 

With this she passed them and entered the 
cabin, closing the door behind her. Our two 
friends, thus abruptly dismissed, sheepishly re- 
turned to their homes, and the report they gave 
of their trip was a nine days' wonder in the 
neighborhood. 

Often during the summer people visited the 
clearing, but the old woman was rude and im- 
pertinent to all. On a few occasions she visited 
the settlement and bought some food, for which 
she paid, although the farmers' wives would 
gladly have made her a present of the little she 
wanted. Even the sharp women folks could 
make nothing of her, although Mrs. Hardy was 
a little more successful than the others. She 
learned that the old lady's name was Starbird, 
and that she was a sort of a doctress. In the 
summer time she gathered roots and herbs, and 
in the winter went down by the sea, healing 
those who needed her aid. When this became 
known, she was not disturbed as much as 
formerly, and whenever she was referred to she 
was called Granny Starbird. 

She had quite a little garden about the cabin, 
in which she raised vegetables enough for her 
own use, and more ; and it was found by those 
who wondered how she kept body and soul 
together, unless she was a witch, as many of 
them still believed, that she set snares for birds 
and rabbits, and that there was no one in all the 
country around who excelled her in the art. 

And so the summer went, and the winds and 
frost of autumn came, rattling down the brown 
nuts in the forest. 

One day a party of five children started up the 
mountain side to fill their pockets and baskets 
with them. Two belonged to the Rosebrook 
family, two to the Hardies, and the other was the 
child of a neighbor. 

They knew that the nuts were wont to be the 
biggest, and lay the thickest, beneath the trees 
about the clearing where Granny Starbird lived, 
and although they stood in awe of her they de- 
termined to go there. They had heard a great 
many stories of witches told by their elders, and 
tney knew that she was called one. But this 
did not daunt them, when they thought of the 
ripe nuts which lay there hidden beneath the 
leaves, ready to be picked by their eager fingers. 

They had not started until after dinner, and 
had loitered by the way, so that it was the mid- 
dle of the afternoon when they arrived upon the 
ground, and found the nuts lying even thicker 



than they had hoped to find them. They went 
busily to work at once, giving only now and then 
a thought to the fact that old Granny Starbird's 
cabin was only a little way from them, and that 
the old witch might put in an appearance at any 
time. 

The short autumn afternoon was gone almost 
before they were aware of it, and they were 
startled to find that the sun had gone down and 
that the shadows had already begun to gather 
in the forest. 

" Come, we must be going home. It is almost 
night now," said Frank Rosebrook, who was 
the oldest of the party. " It will be pitch dark 
before we can get out of the woods." 

" Wait a minute or two more. My basket is 
almost full," said Susie Hardy, who was nearest 
the age of Frank. 

"Then let me help you," said the boy. "We 
must not stay much longer, for our folks will be 
worried about us." 

They set hurriedly to work to complete their 
task, but hardly had two minutes elapsed, when 
a sound echoed through the forest which made 
the blood run cold in their veins. 

It was the cry of a wolf. 

They knew it too well to be mistaken ; and 
they knew also the danger they were in. 

It was so sharp and distinct that they knew 
the fierce beast could be but a short distance 
from where they stood. 

Again the cry was repeated, and was echoed 
by another which told them that they had more 
than one of the savage beasts close upon them. 

" What shall we do ? " cried all the affrighted 
children in chorus, except Frank. 

"We must run for our lives to old Granny 
Starbird's," he said. "The wolves will be upon 
us before we can get half way home." 

" But I'm afraid of the old witch," said Susie, 
trembling like a leaf. 

Again the terrible cry sounded in their ears, 
much nearer apparently than before. 

" Come, quick," cried Frank. " If we lose a 
moment we shan't get to the cabin in time to 
save our lives." 
. He grasped one of the youngest children by 
the hand, and followed by ihe others, they ran 
as hard as they could to Granny Starbird's 
door. 

It was closed, but in answer to their cries she 
threw it wide open. 

" What are you here for at this time of 
night ?" she cried, gruffly. 

" The wolves are after us," said Frank. 

"I heard 'em," rejoined the old dame. 
" Come in, unless you are more afraid of a 
witch than you are of them." 

The children hurried in, and she shut the 
door and fastened it as well as she could. 

"A pretty thing for you children to be out at 
this time of night," she growled, as she turned 
towards the fire and threw some more fuel upon 
it. At once it leaped up into sparkling flames, 
making the interior of the cabin as bright as 
noonday. 

Another howl of the wolves smote upon their 
ears, and a moment later the patter of their 
feet could be heard outside, followed by a 
scratching on the door as they tried to gain an 
entrance. 

"Scratch away, you rascals," said the old 
dame. "The door is sound yet, and you will 
have hard work to get in." 

A minute later and a sound from the back of 
the cabin caused them to take their eyes from 
the door and turn them in that direction. 

So sudden had been the coming of the 
wolves that the old dame had forgotten the 
window in the rear, and now they saw the 
head of a wolf with distended jaws, protruding 
within the cabin. 

Seizing one of the burning sticks from the 
hearth, Granny Starbird thrust it all aflame 
down the throat of the intruder. 

With a terrible howl the beast fell back, but 
its place was taken by another of the pack. An- 
other burning stick caused him to imitate his 
comrade's horrible yell. 

" Hand me the brands as fast as 1 need 'em, 
you brats," she cried. "And put these back in 
the fire, so that we shall have a good supply. 
We'll give each of 'em a dose as they come up 
until they have all had a taste." 

Emboldened by her words and actions, Frank 
and Susie at once took the part assigned them 
by Granny Starbird. 

The boy carried to her the flaming brands, 
and the girl returned to the fire those which had 
been used in this strange warfare. There were 
about a dozen wolves in the pack, and it was not 
long before each of them had had a taste of the 
fire. Snarling and howling with pain, they 
fought for a time among themselves, and then 
beat a retreat to their haunts in the depths of 
the forest. 

" They're gone for good," said Granny Star- 
bird. "And you young 'uns are safe. It would 
have served your folks right if they had eat you 
up. They ought to have known better than to 
have let you go nutting alone when the wolves 
are as thick as they have been around here this 
fall." 

A little later and there were sounds of fast 
steps outside the door. Rosebrook and Hardy 
had come for their children. They were, over- 
joyed to find them unharmed, for they had heard 
the cries of the wolves, and were fearful that 
they had been devoured. 

But Granny Starbird gave them a lashing 
with her tongue as sharp as the one they had 
received when they paid her their first visit, for 
allowing the children out alone. They made up 
their minds that she was a match for them as 
well as the wolves, 



APRTT, 7, 188a 



THE GOLDEN ARGOSY. 



303 



THE BURNING DOWN BUSINESS. 

There have been more big- tires in New York 
during the past winter than for many years previ- 
ous. In the great majority of cases it is difficult to 
ascertain just how these conflagrations started, and 
this uncertainty has unfortunately led to the forma- 
tion of a large class of professional incendiaries, 
unscrupulous men who burn down their own prem- 
ises for the sake of the insurance. 

A well known insurance adjuster recently ex- 
plained one of the methods adopted to an Evening 
Stm reporter. 

The cat and fish racket is the latest wrinkle. It 
was explained to me by a man who was very suc- 
cussful as a professional incendiary, but who has 
at last been driven out of New York. He says: 
" When it is about time to have a fire, the incen- 
diary has the walls and ceilings covered with var- 
nish or shellac, which of course is very inflammable. 
Then he discards the gas burner or the electric 
light, and has a lamp illuminated by kerosene oil 
placed on his desk. The light is better to read and 
write by, he says, and no one can take any except- 
ion to his statements. So far there is nothing to 
implicate the professional incendiary. 

He then expends a few cents for a fish, the 
more ancient the better. He ties the aforesaid fish 
to a piece of string, and fastens the string to the 
ceiling, so that when in position the rather anti- 
quated fish will be suspended from twelve to eigh- 
teen inches above the top of the lamp chimney. 

M He then brings into his office a stray cat, the 
hungrier the better for his purpose. The lamp is 
left burning, the fish is in position, and the pussy 
is shut in the office. The presumed respectable 
merchant hies to his home. 

"Altera time the cat gets hungry ; that cat, like 
all other felines, likes fish. Pussy is soon on the 
merchant's desk, and soon after is springing up to 
claw the fish, which, suspended by a strong string, 
sways back and forth. It is but a short time before 
the lamp is upset and broken, the oil ignites and 
spreads, the varnished walls and ceilings readily 
catch fire, and by the time the insurance patrol 
reaches the scene, there is no cat, no fish, no string 
—nothing in fact to tell how the fire originated, for 
everything is burning. That's how some of the 
fires have been started in New York." 



-fH- 



" Oppress not nature, sinking: down to rest, 
With feasts too late, too solid, or too full." 
Armstrong, when lie wrote these lines, gave good scien- 
tific advice. Half of our people sutler from dyspepsia in 
domeofits many forms. Life becomes a burden, and 
business worries and annoys. The "Golden Medical 
Discovery," invented and prepared by Dr. Pierce, is an 
effectual remedy for indigestion. By Druggists.— Adv. 
♦-♦-♦ 

FITS.— All Fits stopped free by Dr. Kline'* Cerent 
\erve Restorer. No Fits after first day's use. Mar- 
velous cures. Treatise and $2.00 trial bottle free to Kit 
cases. Send to Dr. Kline, 9'U Arcli St., I'lnla., Pa. — Adv. 

■■ - -♦■*-♦ ■ 

CONSUMPTION CUKED. 

An old physician retired from practice, having had 
placed in his hands by an East India missionary the for- 
mula * if a simple vegetable remedy for the speedy and 
permanent cure of Consumption, Bronchitis, Catarrh, 
Asthma and all throat and Lung Affections, also a posi- 
tive and radical cure for Nervous Debility and all Nerv- 
ous Complaints, after having tested its wonderful cura- 
tive power in thousands of ca.ses, has felt it his duty to 
make it known to his suffering fellows. Actuated by this 
motive and a desire to relieve human suffering, I will 
send free of charge, to all who desire it, this recipe, in 
iieniian, French or English, with full directions for pre- 
paring and using. Sent by mail by addressing with 
stamp, naming this paper, W. A. NOYES, 119 Power's 
Block, Rochester, N. Y.— Adv, 



♦ * » 



For Coughs and. throat troubles use " Brown's 
Bronchial Troches." — " They stopau attack of my 
asthma cough very promptly." — G. Falch, Miami- 
ville, Ohio. — Adv. 



100 



Finely mixed foreign stamps, including Tasmania 
and Natal. 2cts. A. E. Ashneld, Box 233, Rye.N.Y. 



100 



Popular songs and 16 complete stories, 10c. silver. 
Box 91, Augusta, Maine. 



aoo£s&. 



Curious. Catcher Pictures 
v. a, VOX sess. New York 



ft ni|| U Habit Cured. Treatment sent on trial. 
M * I U m Humane Remedy- Co., LaFayette, Ind. 



■» B IT C SlBrXES. 

™ W\ Ei d No postals 



Eleeant hidden name cards 
P. O. BOX 3633. New York. 



Facial Blemishes. 



fiend stamp for 50 page book. 
Dr. J. Woodbury, Albany, N.Y. 



A^Ra Month and expenses to agents. New goods, 
O # <J Samples free. J. F. HILL, Augusta, Maine. 

GAC1IROM or25 All Hidden Name GAUDS. 10c 
** w Sample Book 4c Crown Ptg. Co., Northford. Ct 

DIUP CDCC Afjt'sSampleCardslOc. A King FREE with 

fllMl f II LE every order. OA.K CARD CO., Northford, Conn. 



1 Stone Ring, I Plain Ring, 125 Cards & Pictures, Fringe 
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30 cards, 10c. IVY CARD Co., Clintonville, Conn. 



35 FLORAL, CARDS 1 AUTOGRAPH ALBUM, 
__ i 300 Games, Recipes, Sample Cards, Pictures, Ring 
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25 



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New Scrap Pictures 5c. S. fit, Poote, Northford, '0 1 



QOT TTI POT Tl anf1 Rolled Gold muss, Jewelry, 

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Send2c. stamp for particulars. Aetna Co.Northford.Conn. 



20 



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100 Popular Sonars and Agent's Outfit FREE with 
every order. ROYAL CARD CO., Nor thford, Conn 



300 Imp'd German Pictures, Puzzles, Song* 

KTransf er Pictures, 1 6p. Sample Book of Silk 

^Fringe Cards&Solid 18k. Rolled Gold Ring, 

all for 10c. Bird Card Co., Meriden. Conn, 

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.Nickel Plated, Self-Inking Pen and Pencil 
Stamps Your name on in liuober, only SO cents. 




■/■' Closes straight like pencil to carry in pocket 
iClub of 6 different names to one address SI . 
■s ' These stamps arc first-class. No Ilnmbujr! 
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Purify Your Blood 

Good health depends upon pure blood ; therefore, 
to keep well, purify the blood by taking Hood's 
SarsapariJla. This medicine is peculiarly designed 
to act upon the blood, and through that upon all 
the organs and tissues of the body. It has a speci- 
fic action, also, upon the secretions and excretions, 
and assists nature to expel from the system all 
humors, impure particle , and effete matter through 
the lungs, liver, bowels, kidneys, and skin. A pe- 
culiarity of 

Hood's Sarsaparilla 

is that it strengthens and builds up the system 
while it eradicates disease. 

"I must say Hood's Sarsaparilla is the best med- 
icine I ever used. Last spring I had no appetite, 
and the least work I did fatigued me ever so much. 
I began to take Hood's Sarsaparilla, and soon I felt 
as if I could do as much in a day as I had formerly 
done in a week. My appetite is voracious." Mrs. 
M. V. Bayard, Atlantic City, K J. 

Purifies the Blood 

"I had salt rheum on my left arm three years, 
suffering terribly; it almost disabled me from work. 
I took three bottles of Hood's Sarsaparilla, and the 
salt rheum has entirely disappeared." H. M. Mills, 
71 French Street, Lowell, Mass. 

Hood's Sarsaparilla 

Sold by all druggists, $1 ; six for $5. Prepared only 
by C. I. HOOD & CO., Lowell, Mass. 

IOO Doses One Dollar 



TELEGRAPHY ! 

If you wish to know all about learning Telegraphy, con- 
structing and operating Short Lines of Telegraph, <fcc, 
send your address by postal card or letter, and get J. H. 
Bunnell & Co. 's Manual of Instruction for Learners of 
Telegraphy, latest edition, which we will send free of 
charge to all who apply by mail or otherwise. It is the 
plainest and best book of instruction in Telegraphy ever 
published, being complete in description, explanation 
and illustrations, J. H. BUNNELL & CO., 

106 & 108 Liberty St. , New York. 

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CONVERTIBLE WIRE BASKET 





MARVELOUS! 

No loose parts and yet can 
be converted into IOO 
useful and ornamental 
shapes. It is a Lamp Shade.Cake Stand, 
Card Receiver, Egg Boiler, Water Heater, and Innumer- 
erable other articles that are indispensable in the house 
or office. Nothing like it in existence,and A {rents make 
$5 to$10perday. Boughteagerlybyall classes. Send 
at once for particulars, &c. Cassgreen M*fs: Co., 
1441 Pearl St., Cleveland,0., or 78 W.Madison St.,Chicago 
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Piso's Remedy for Catarrh is the 
I Beet, Easiest to Use, and Cheapest. 



CATARRH 



■ Sold by drnggists or sent by mail. B 
50c. E. T. Hazeltine, Warren, Pa. | 

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PAMnv seud * l25 ' * 2 ' io » ° r $ 3 - 5 ° f ° r a b ° x ° f 

v/tllLI I extrjl flne Candy, prepaid by express 
east of Denver and west of New York. 
Suitable for presents. 

C. F. GUNTHEft, Confectioner, Chicago. 
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GIVEN AWAY ! A pack 

age Mixed Flower Seeds, (500 
_ kinds), with Park's Floral 
— Guide, all for 2 stamps. 
Every flower lover delighted. Tell all your friends. G. 
W. PARK, Fannettsbunr, Pa. 
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ADD LI SAMPLE. 



|So great -s our faith we can cure you, dear! 
[sufferer, we will mail enough to convince,! — 
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,SHIRTS BY MAIL. 

\ Perfect Fitting White Dress Shirt for 
[60c. unlaundried; or 75c. iaundried, 
postpaid. Send size of collar worn (13 to 17 
inches). Catalogue free. The DEN SHIRT 
FACTORY. 147-149 N. 8th St., Philada.. Pa, 
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NIVERSITY ORGANS, 

They Lead the World.— $55 to $500. 

Sold Direct to Families. No Middlemen. 

Solid Walnut-5 Octaves-Double Couplers. 

Guaranteed for Six Years and sent, fSB 
| with Stool and Book^forTRiAL-iNYoun j|jjQ 
I Own Home before you buy. Established 
1859. MARCHAL <fc SMITH, 

285 East gist Street, Jtfew Yorfe 
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-LOOK- a ft 5.00 Gun 



. r\ Ainnc FIne Gold Ed £ e Hidden Name, 

I £. UAnl/0 White Dove Covers, in Nice Case 
for 15c. Sample book 4c. Crown Ftg. Co ., Northford, Conn 



ISO SILK FRINGE, Hidden Name, Chromo, Bacortft 

Fail Cards, Games, Verses, Songs, Scrap Picture*, Agt'S 
Outfit & Riue, lUc. BLAK.E & CO., Montowese, Conn. 



FREE 



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Bine, aud Pentiil, alt t 



STAMPS. 5 Argentine. 10c; 3 B.N. Borneo, )0c.;4 
B. k O. Tel., 8c. ; 5 Cape G. H., 6i\ ; 4 Dutcli Tnd„ 5c. ; 

4 Finland, 4e. ; 5 Italv, unpaid, 7c.; 7 Italy, 2c, pro. 10c. ; 

5 Jamaica, Sc. ; 6 Malta, 35c. ; 3 Orange F. S„ 6c. ; 8 Rus- 
sia, 5c. ; 4Servia, 7c. ; 3Tlmrn A T-, 6c. Agents wanted. 
30pcrcent.com. on sheets. Keystone Stamp Co. .Box. 
200, l'hila., Pa. 



DlCyClGS $0 PAYMENTS 

Tricycles. S7.50 up. Standard makes. 2d-han(f 
S. Wheels handled. Send for Catalogue. 
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:*a, Pen, Pencil and Rubber Stamp. 




Your name on this useful article for 
marking linen, books, cards, etc., 25c. 
Agents make money as they sell on sight. 
Eagle Stamp Works. New Haven, Conn. 
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A most wonderful invention. An air gun within reach 
of everybody, For in and out door use. Sent without 
further expense for only 49 ctR. 3 for $1.21. A harvest 
for agents. NICKEL WORKS. Augusta. Me. 

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c °bP- Take YourChoice cold. 

For lOc. we will send y™*™gBgMMk 
Games, Songs and Fancy Pictures.fS|95^Zir^|^| 
Agent's Sample Book of 80 Latest 'KJjj^=£^e|^P 
tyl« Visiting Cards, l^ame Authors ^^^SB^^^^ 
r nil 1 Popular Book with Grand Freminm 
l,ist of Watches, Kings, A-c 
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MAGIC LANTERNS 



And 5TEREOPT1QONS- all prices. Views illustrat- 
ing every auojeot for I^UBL'IC EXHIBITIONS, etc. 
Q7* A profitable business for a man with small capital. Aim 
Lanterns for Home Amusement. 152 page Catalogue free, 

MCALLISTER, Optician, 49 Nassau St., N. Y. 

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i ElirOV UnUTU Wewm guarantee 
| EV Cli I In UH I llito any one who is 

willing to work. Our business is new, easy 
and very pleasant. "We have agents who 
_ are clearing $1 5 a day, others $5 an even- 
ing. We furnish costly outfits free to those who 
mean business. For profitable and permanent work 
we have something that can not be equaled. Write 
to us. Address, H. A. ELLS & CO., 

161 La Salle St., Chicago, 111- 
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The SnrlntrfieM Rifle has long been famous as a military arm, and 

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automatic shell extractor, and fancy scroll trigger guard, usingeitLer i..e 22 

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TO A HOME -LOVING PEOPLE, 

THE PEOPLE'S HOMESTEAD M.flRnsWSWK^ 

TVABRANTY PEEP, FREE OF INCUMBRANCE. TITLE PERFECT. LANP AND LOCATION UNEXCELLEP 



BEAD OUR PROPOSITION. 

This Company own and control S0,000 acres of land 
in Marlon County, Florida, 18? feet above the 
sea level, and consisting o£ high, dry, rolling, fer- 
tile pine laud. . 

To enhance the value oC all this land by large and 
diversified ownership, the Company propose to give 
away a portion of this property in cottage sites, 
and five, ten, twenty and forty acre tracts, suit- 
able for orange grove and vegetable culture, and to 
those who accept this offer and send their name and 
address we will send a numbered 

WARRANTY DEED OPTION BOND , 

as specified : 
40 ACKE TRACTS, SO ACRE TRACTS, 
10 ACRE TRACTS, 6 ACRE TRACTS, 
COTTAGE SITES ANJ> BUSINESS LOTS. 

The above tracts, cottage sites and business lots con- 
sist of auout one-half our lands. By giving away one* 
half and reserving the balance, we expect the price 
to quadruple within a year, as many will undoubt- 
edly settle and improve. Tins land will be allotted as 
applications are received, IJN A FAIR AND EQUITA- 
BLE MANNER, and with no preferences. 

NO CHARGE FOR THE UNO. 



^Tt«ryouTtaveTeceTve^ycTrtonaTTiy"u will fill it out 
with full name complying with its provisions and return 
to us, we will then execute and forward to you a WAR- 
RANTY PEED which makes you absolute owner for- 
ever. No charge what ever Is made for ihc W arranty 
l>eed Option Bond, but we require allto send S5 cents, 
Postal JSoto or Cash, or SO cents In St amps, when ap- 
plication is sent for the deed bond. This amount is a pro- 
rata charge to help pay for this advertisement/postage, 
and nlso a handsomely Illustrated book on Florida, 
its climate, soil, orange culture, &c. and is in no sense a 
charge for the deed bond or the land it calls for. After 
receiving the option bond you are not obligated to have 
the deed executcdie the loration or land does not suit you 
and the 25 cts. expense will be returned in such case. 

LEROY, MARION COUNTY, FLORIDA. 

"""" ou? lands are located in and around LEKOV, 



MARION CO., FLORIDA, ten miles from Ocala, 
the county seat, a thriving town of 3.500 inhabitants. 
It is all high, dry, rolling pine land, lree from wet spo;s, 
and one of the healthiest locations in Florida. The 
SILTER SPRINGS, OCALA «fc GULF RAILROAD, 
runs thruugh it. 

Mr. A.. 1*. Mann, Jr., ften'l Manager of 
this X. Jt., in, speaking of this land, says : 

" I should think $5,000 no extraordin- 
ary price for our on*-half interest of only 
160 acres so favorably situated, for a town 
with a handsome and ornamental depot 
already established, and such fine pros- 
pects of local importance. It is all high, 
dry, rolling and fertile pine land, and 
there is no more healthy location in Flor- 
ida. The surrounding country, as well 
as this land, is especially adapted to 
OBAXGE and VEGETABLE culture, as 
well as to upland rice, long staple cotton, 
corn, and choice varieties of tobacco." 

RURAL FREE PRESS, Ocala, Fla., says: '-The 
land is high, rolling pine, and considered equal to 
any pine lands in the State. Any of the semi-trop- 
ical fruits such as oranges, lemons, limes, bananas, pine 
apples, and guavas do as well on pine land as hummock." 

THE OCALA BANNEIt says ! "Tho lands are high, 
dry and rolling, and LEROY is one of the finest and 
healthiest locations in the State and all that the Com- 
pany claim for it is strictly within the bounds of facts. " 

+CLWITE MP HEM.TH.* 



TTe^h^aTeofTEsTecUonTs^m^rpassed by any 
in the world, not even excepting Italy. Cool, balmy, 
delightful breezes are constantly blowing between 
the Gu f and the Atlantic. The thermometer rarely 
goes above 90 in Summer or below 40 in the Winter. 
No sunstrokes ever occur in Summer, and nights are 
delightfully cool. This immediate neighborhood is 
well adapted for a Summer as well as Winter resort. 

We do business with the ^North River Bank, N. Y. 

City, and refer by permission to the following well 

known business men: 



linilCV I flAUCn This Company is pre. 

IflUNCI LU AH bill P ared toloan money 



FACTS. 



years to pay for same. Plans of houses will be furnish- 
ed free upon application to those wishing to build, but 
i t is entirely optional with owners of landwhether they 
build ornot. The Company will also contract to set out 
and take care of orange grove tracts lor five years. 
TAVCC BUD The Company will pay nil taxes 
IAACO rAllli upon this property until 1890. 
Marion County is one of the richest 
counties in Florida; contains exeetlen t 
., soil and raises more than half the 
orange and lemon crop of the State. LEJIOY 
: s the centre of one of the healthiest and most fer- 
tile sections. No swamps, no malaria, and so far 
south as to be below what is termed the "frost line." 
The celebrated Withlacooche River, close by, is filled 
with choice varieties of fish, while deer and other 
game fill the forests for miles around. Blue Spring, 
within fifteen minutes of Leroy. is one of the won- 
ders of the State, 

To those wishing to 
form clubs in their 
-M town we will send live 
warranty deed option bonds for $1.00; ten for $2.00 ; 
fifteen for S3.00 ; twenty-five for S5.00 ; forty for $8.00 -, 
fifty for $10.00. No more than fifty will be sent to 
any one club. 

M0AITP >PA fllV This offer wilt soon 
Iff Kl I fc I ti-Ufia 1 ■ be withdrawn. Send 
I 111 lb I V_1*MII |u a club and have 



L0GAL CLUBS. 



yourTriends interested with" you. If free property- 
is all taken when your order is received, money will 
be returned. The more owners the more values are 
i ncreased. This is what makes real estate in our large 
cities so valuable, and it is our only reason for making 
this unparalleled offer. Send money by Postal Note, 
Money Order or Registered Letter. Address, 



THE PEOPLE'S HOMESTEAD CO., 

ALBERT WILKO, President, 
45 BROADWAY, NEW YORK. 



improvements 



upon property secured from the Company, giving five 



DeeCDCMrre POBERT BULLOCK. Coun*v Clerk, Ocala, Fla,; T.W. HARRIS, Editor Rural Free Press, Ocala ; FRANK 
REFERENCES. Rg»ERT BULLOCK, ^P B «'«r*. Qca]k . j.' D . STOCKTON 'Ocala. Fla.l J.B.ST.LWELL & CO., 20 
CllfA™ N.V^rW^EFFRpN &. PHELPS, 247 Pearl St., N. Y.; JOHN F.PHILLIPS 4. CO., 29 Park Row, N. V.; W. J. TOLANO, | 



Postmaster," Leroy, Florida 



IIV REPLYING TO TWH ADVERTISEMENT MENTION THE GOLDEN ABK«)Sy, 



304 



THE GOLDEN ARGOSY. 



NUMBER *J79. 




The Fooler 

A FIRST OF APRIL TRAGEDY 



FINGEK POSTS TO FAME. 

Never despise the day of small things. A 
glimpse of something passing on the street through 
a window or the careless reading over of a scrap 
of paper picked up on the sidewalk, may suggest 
an undertaking destined to make your name fam- 
ous. 

Many men, says a writer in the New York Star, 
have been drawn to their destiny by the most triv- 
ial occurrences. Fenimore Cooper became a nov- 
elist through his wife's challenge. One evening, 
while reading a novel, he threw it down, saying: 
"I believe 1 could write a better book myself.*' 
" Let me see you do it," said his wife with a smile. 
In a tew days he had written several chapters of 
" Precaution,"' which, when finished, he published 
at his own expense. 

The novel attracted little attention ; but it gave 
Cooper an inkling of his capacity forstory writing, 
and '* The Spy, ' his next novel, appealed so 
strongly to the patriotic sympathies of his country- 
men that it became a great success. 

Hawthorne, too, was induced to write the " Scar- 
let Letter " by a remark of his wife. 



A WHOLESALE KEMEDY. 

Mus. Brown— u You told me that if I left my 
Tablecloth out all night *he fruit stains would dis- 
appear. Well, I put it out last night." 

Mrs. Jones—" Of course the stains were gone in 
the morning '; " 

Mrs. Brown — " Yes, and so was the tablecloth." 



WILBOR'S COMPOUND OP 

IPURE COD LIVER OILl 

AND PEOSPHATES OF 
LIME, SODA, IRON.. 



Tor the Cum of Consumption, Coughs, Colds, Asthma, 
Bi'dichiUs, Dsbiltty, Wasting Diseases a d 
Scrofulous Humors. 
Almost as palatable as cream. It can be taken with 
pleasure by delicate persons and children, who, alter 
using it, are very fond of it. It assimilates with the 
food, increases the flesh and appetite, builds up the ner- 
vous system, restores enenry to mind and body, creates 
new, rich and pure blood, in fact, rejuvenates the whole 
system. 



FLESH, 
NERVE, 



BLOOD, 
BRAIN. 



This preparation is far superior to all other prepara- 
tions Of Cod-Liver Oil; it lias many imitators, but no 
equals. The results following its use are its best rec- 
ommendations. Be sure, as you value your health, and 
sret the genuine. Manufactured only bv Dr. Alexk. b. 
Wilbor, Chemist, Boston, Mass. Sold i»v all Druggists. 



Jhe American CVcles 

Descriptive Catalogue 

onApplication. 
GORMULlYaJEFFERY 

R-MFG.CO.=x- 

Chicago, III. 
MANUFACTURERS! AMERICA 

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THE GREAT CHINA TEA CO 



Give away as premiums to those forming clubs fot 
l lie sale of'thcir TEAS and COFFEES, Miner, Tea 
and Toilet Sets, Silverware, Watches, etc. WHITE 
TEA SETS of 46 and 68pieces with SIO and S12 
orders. Decorated TEA SETS of 44 <fc 56 pieces 
with S13 and $15 orders. STEM- WINDING 
SWISS WATCHES with S15 orders. GOLD 
BAND or Moss Rose Tea Sets of 44 pieces, or 
White Dinner Sets of 113 pieces, with S20 or- 
ders. Send us your address and mention tltis paper; 
we will mail vou our Club Book containing a complete 
Premium <fc Price List. The Great China Tea Co. 

3IOSTATE STREET, BOSTON, MASS- 

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When Baby was sick, w«s gave her Castorla, 

"When she was a Child, she cried for Uastoria, 
When she became Miss, stie clung to Oastoria, 
When she had Children, she gave them Castoria, 



What Scott's Emulsion Has Done! 

Ovep 25 Pounds Gain in Ten Weeks. 
Experience of a Prominent Citizen. 



, The California Society for the J 

Suppression of Vice. [ 

San Francisco, July 7th, 1886. ) 

I took a severe eold upon 
my ehest and lungs and did 
not give it proper attention ; 
it developed into bronchitis, 
and in the fall of the same 
year I was threatened with 
consumption. Physicians or- 
dered me to a more congeni- 
al climate, and I came to San 
Francisco. Soon after my 
arrival I commenced taking 
Scott's Emulsion of Cod Liver 
Oil with Hypophosphites reg- 
ularly three times a day. In 
ten weeks my avoirdupois 
went from IBS to 180 pounds 
and over ; the cough mean- 
time ceased, c. r. bennett. 



SOLD BY ALL DRUGGISTS. 




Send fi/rl/iemo&j- 



GOODS ■ 

*f?FE FOR ALL 



23 SOUTH S 1 - K ST 

FHJLKDE.LPH/A PA 



Send 60. for Samples and rules 

By reason of large purchases of Woolen 
Cloths, we can surprise you by the superior 
quality of our Custom-made £3 Pants. 
Suits, 813.25 to S30.00. 



Vests, 
S2 35. 



IF YOUWERR 

PANTS 



Coats, 
$8.00. 



From the Bay State Pants Co. order a pair, 
They'll prove good enough to wear anywhere. 
Reference, Amer- Express Co., Boston. 

BAY STATE PANTS €0. Custom Clothiers, 

34 Ha-wley St., Boston, Mass. 



"Used Up," 

" Tired Out," "No Energy,"' and simi- 
lar expressions, whenever heard, indi- 
cate a lack of vital force, which, if not 
remedied in time, may lead to com- 
plete physical and nervous prostration. 
Ayer's Sarsaparilla is the best medi- 
cine to vitalize the blood, build up the 
tissues, and make the weak strong. 

"For nearly three months I was con- 
fined to the house. One of the most 
celebrated physicians of Philadelphia 
failed to discover the cause of my 
trouble or afford relief. I continued in 
a bad way until about a month ago 
when I began to take Ayer's Sarsapa- 
rilla. It acted like a charm. I have 
gained flesh and strength and feel ever 
so much better. Shall continue using 
the Sarsaparilla until completelycured." 
— John v. Craven, Salem, H. J. 

"I find Ayer's Sarsaparilla to be an 
admirable remedy for the cure of blood 
diseases. I prescribe it, and it does the 
work every time." — E. L. Pater, M. D., 
Manhattan, Kansas. 

Be sure and ask for 

Ayer's Sarsaparilla. 

PREPARED BY 

Dr. J. C. Ayer & Co., Lowell, Mass. 

Price $1 ; six bottles, $5. Worth $5 a bottle. 



STYLO AND FOUNTAIN PENS. 

Send for circulars Agents wanted. Fountain Holder 
fitted with bent quality Gold Pen. Stylo, $L ; Fountain 
$1.59 and up, J. tJLKIOM & CO.. 106 Liberty St., K. Y. 
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$3 Printing Press! 

For cards. Ac. Circu- 
lar size $8. Press for 
small newspaper, $44. 
Send 2 stamps for List 
prt'ssi's, type, cards, to 
factory. 

Kelsey&Co., Meriden, Conn. 
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GOOD NEWS 
TO L ADIES. 

Greatest Bargains Uss; 

Baking Powder and PREMIUMS. 
1' orpartioularsjiddress 
The Great American Tea Co.. 
31&33VeseySt..New York. N.T. 
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332! 




$3.75 STEAM COOKER 



FREE! 



We want an active and intelligent man 
or woman to represent Ufl in each town. 
To those who are willing to work we 
promise large profits. Cooker and 
Outfit free. Apply at once for terms. 
W2I.MOT CAS'.XK & CO., 

J?oche»ter, Jf, V. 
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HOMES 

or 

TO-DAY 

Or, MODEKS 
EXAMPLES of 

MODERATE 
COST 

HOUSES 



Published in one annual and three quarterly parts. 
Annual part now ready, 96 large quarto pages, 30 
designs of buildings costing $230 to $12,000; 
nearly 200 illustrations; colored frontispiece, and full 
set framing plans and details of country house. A 
complete ha nd-book for those intending to build. 
Price, Annual Part, 50c Bach Quarterly 
Fart, 25c. The four parts postpaid. $1.00. 
P. L. SMITH. ArcV^ct, 22 School St,, BOSTOK. 
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Does the work of one costing §100. 

INDORSED BY LEADING BUSINESS MEX. 

GEO. BECKER & CO., 

30 Great Jones St. New York City. 

Send for Circular. 

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((( <W' 




THE CHINESE SAY, 

•'"When the wind blows your fire, it's useless to tire 
pourself." About half of your toil can he avoided 
by the use of 



SAPOLIO. 



It doesn't make us tired to tell about the merits 
of Sapolio. Thousands of women in the United 
States thank us every hour of their lives for having 
told them of Sapolio. 

Its uee saves many weary hours of toil in house- 
cleaning. Ko. '62. 
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A Common Cold 

h? a serious tiling. It is often the forerunner of 
Consumption and death. Unless attended to in the 
beginning, it is apt to bring on some coin plication 
or other from which the patient may experience 
much suffering. Never allow a cough or a cold to 
go a day without attending to it. Magee's Emul- 
sion is beyond all doubt the finest preparation for a 
cough or cold, that was ever compounded. Its 
operation is mild and natural, and the thousands of 
coughs and colds that have yielded to this remedy 
give it a prestige which is not even approached by 
all the so-called cough remedies that have been in 
the market for a lifetime. No person who tries 

MAGEE'S EMULSION 



for a common cough or 
bottle of those sickening 
killers. 



old will ever use auotln 
cough balsams or cou« 



Bronchitis 



is immediately relieved, and speedily cured by 
Magee's Emulsion. Its effect upou the bronchial 
tubes is soothing and healing. The inflammation 
and cough rapidly subside, and every trace of the 
disease soon disappears. 
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IF W WANT TO HOW 

1,001 Important things you never knewor thought 
of about the human body audits curious organs 
How life is perpetuated, health saced.disease induced 
Mow to avoid, pitfalls of ignorance and indiscretion, 
Mow to apply Home-Ovre to all forms of disease. 
Mow to cure Croup.Otd Eyes, Rupture, Phimosis, etc 
How to mate,be happy in 'marriage* haveprize babies 
picked lot of Doctor's Droll Jokes, profusely illus- 
trated. Send ten cents for the "Laugh Cure" Book 

MEDICAHi SENSE AND KOSSEKSE. 

Murray Hill fuh. Co., V29 F. 2'8tli St.. New York. 
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How to Clothe the Children. 

BEST&CO 




T?OR the past ten years we have made a specialty 
* of the outfitting of children, furnishing every- 
thing from hats to shoes, and the extraordinary 
facilities afforded by our establishment has resulted 
in our building tip the largest business of the kind 
in the world. 

We serve absent buyers as well as if 'they were in the 
store. 

If you would have your BOYS AND GIRLS clothed 
iu the latest New York styles, at the least cost, 
write to us for particulars. 

We have made up for this season a line of 

BOYS SUITS AT $5.QO 

that are especially good value; they are strictly ALL 
WOOL ; seams sewed with best quality silk ; cut in 
our superior styles; fit just as well as the finest 
grades ; and guaranteed to give satisfactory wear. 

60 «fc 62 WEST 23rd STREET, NEW YORK. 

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